There goes the neighborhood

There are very few white people who are ever in my neighborhood. The most common kind of white person you’ll see around here is the odd cop or fire fighter as well the occasional social worker. They all live somewhere else, of course. Those that live here are mostly crack heads and a few Morman missionaries. All of these people are male and single. Thus, imagine the community’s surprise when a white family moved in down the street. As wrong and politically incorrect as it is, it has become a mutual pass time among all my neighbors to collect and pass on information about them amongst ourselves. It’s kind of like a game. I was finally able to add my bit to the vat of gossip when I overheard the father of this family talking on his cell phone. Apparently, he has what sounds like a Scandinavian accent. That only gives me more questions than answers.
I think of them as pioneers; the White Younger family of 2008. Free at last, free at last.