When I first got my dog, back in the good old days before her knees started costing me $2,000 a piece, we would
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walk in any park we could find. This always lead to long discussions about where it was safe for a person such as myself to walk.
"Don't go to Hadley Park; that's in a bad part of town."
"You probably don't want to go to Centennial Park by yourself."
"Shelby Park? No, stay away from there."
But I had been to Shelby Park with the dog prior to this advice, so I tried to nail down why exactly I should stay away from it.
"Well, there are just a lot of people with pit bulls there and you know what that means."
Well, by that point, yes, I had figured out what that means.
And even when I mentioned we were moving to Whites Creek, people tried to warn me away from it. "You know that's the ghetto, right?"
And, yeah, my neighbor, John Rich, certainly acts like a thug, but the rest of the neighborhood?
I just can't bring myself to be afraid of doctors and lawyers and family men driving Cadillacs and Mercedes. Yes, we hear gun fire all the time, but until the deer start returning it, I'm pretty sure we're safe.
Anyway, it's just something that cracks me up about Nashville, the difficulty in determining whether a neighborhood is actually bad or if it's just a place where a lot of non-white people live.
(Oh, and I should add my usual disclaimer--Whites Creek sucks. It's so ugly and smells bad and you have no privacy and all the cats are trained to pee on your front step and even the skunks will try to steal your car. If you're looking for some place close to downtown but with a more rural feel, THIS IS NOT IT. Good lord, it's a hell on earth here. DO NOT MOVE HERE.)