This house is two doors down from one of my rentals, in a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood downtown. But basketball is alive and well, even in the lower-income areas of the inner city.
The basket is a milk crate nailed to a piece of wood, attached to the siding. Above it, they’ve rigged up a light so they can shoot baskets at night.
The rooster eyed me suspiciously as I took his picture. What was he doing here, in this tiny little house from hell? I’ve seen lots of roosters lately, running loose in the neighborhoods. I just don’t get it. Anyway, I thought I’d include it here, as a little “slice of life” in the inner city. I was born and raised in the city (Gary, IN) and never saw a rooster. Funny how times change, huh?