Makes me think about my neighborhood, the segregation exists but it's way tighter. It is block by block, and penned into the housing projects. Black males have been fighting it out all summer, no deaths but many gunshot wounds. Whites are up in arms that cars and garages have been getting burglarized. A few whites have been mugged. Each world is operates barely visible to the other.

All day long the blacks who grew up in this neighborhood walk by my shop, look in and shake their head. Sometimes they look in, eyebrow raised, mouth held tight, and meet my eye. Eyes snap down to the sidewalk or I get a sneer. Not that it was an all black neighborhood to start with, and I get the same treatment from a few white working class people and their kids. Plenty of people of all races that have lived here for decades that are glad to have a coffee shop in the neighborhood, they've been waiting.

Know what, they are right, I'm the winds of change. Someone was going to put a coffee shop in sometime soon, in the next year I bet there will be a second, and the year after that a third. The white, uptight business and neighborhood association people scoff when I mention the gentrifying comments I've received on the neighborhood Facebook page but I tell them that those comments are correct and are a problem for people who grew up in this neighborhood that don't have access to a piece of the pie. The value of my house went up 25% in a year and a half, I'd be priced out if I hadn't bought when I did and I conservatively expect that it'll go up another 20% in the next year and a half.

Just rambling... These things are on my mind.