Livin' in the Ghetto

So Aaron has this thing with me and saying "ghetto".  When he first met me and my family he cracked up laughing at our over usage of the word "ghetto".  We really don't say it that often but he has never heard people use it in so many contexts.  Maybe it's a Vegas thing.  If something is broken or make-shift looking. I say that's ghetto.  If I'm shopping and I see a shirt that already has a hole in it, I say that's ghetto.  If I see someone wearing a wife-beater with their crack hangin out.  I say that's ghetto. I think it makes total sense. Maybe I'm confused on what ghetto means, but it's worked for me so far.

So this morning, I am sitting in bed reading my book and eating some cereal when I hear some sirens...  Usual.  But then I hear a guy on a load speaker yelling, "Put your hands in the air and step outside the vehicle."  I just knew my car was getting stolen.  So I jump out of bed and run to my front room window.  I peek through the blinds and I can't see anything but I can still hear them yelling on the speaker.  So I open my front door and sure enough there are some full grown hoodlums gettin' arrested across the street (for who knows what).

I mean, I kinda thought we lived in the ghetto, but it's Provo.  Could any part of Provo be that ghetto? Well that incident just confirmed it.  I say when you got bums hangin' out and people gettin' arrested within 15 yards of your house, that's when you know you live in the ghetto. It's ok. I've accepted it. It gives our neighborhood character.  I'll just continue to lock my doors during the daytime and double check on our cars at night. No big.