Come to think of it, I was walking through the woods behind my house the other day when I noticed that just about every other tree on the path was tagged with graffiti. Is it—gasp—could it be already beginning?
I’m not saying that my neighborhood is going to be a slum in ten years. But I rode my bike through those woods throughout my childhood, and while there was always typical sharpie graffiti on the benches, I’ve never seen any kind of gang-related stuff until now. Somebody, thankfully, had gone over most of it with black spray paint, but that doesn’t make the woods look much friendlier. Five years ago you would have never seen anything like that in my neighborhood.