Why is there a shopping cart in my neighbor's yard?

I've often thought about writing a book, mostly so I would have a reason to write down memories I have made over the years. Realizing that it would take work to write and publish a book, I've taken the lazy road where there is little pressure to produce page flipping book.

So, today was another day in the old Garf. Mike and I often have the same thought when we drive off ole Shelby and onto our gravel alley road that leads us to "our" humble home. "I can't believe we live here." Yes, that thought runs through our heads on an average of 3. 5 times a week. Today, "ICBWLH" moment came after I spotted a shopping cart in our neighbor's yard. You just never know what you're going to see and experience here in the Garf. Some other things I've seen or thought that have given us that "ICBWLH" moment include the following:

• Seeing a man walk a 6 foot python down the street
• Passing a man riding his bike with a walker attached to the front
• Hearing 6 gun shots just houses down from us
• Having our new neighbors greet us with a "Move your f***ing car!" (we were moving in)
• Watching several people get arrested within a .1 mile radius of our home
  
• Listening to our neighborhood children talk ghetto
• Smelling pot on a weekly basis
• Realizing the closest place to get food is the Soup Kitchen and there are 8 Cash-N-Go's & Pawn Shops from place to the our bank.
• Realizing Walmart doesn't even want to be in our neighborhood
• The closest place to get groceries is at Safeway- a sure indicator that you are in the ghetto
• The neighbors will most likely pay off their house before they finish their siding

So there's just a "taste" of what you're missing..