[EPutnam1863]

I had to stop at a drug store for a bottle of water in a questionable neighborhood in Detroit, and the manager told me to keep the bottle while ushering me quickly of the store because the women in the line at the cash register looked at me as if though they wanted to attack me. We were wanting to visit a cemetery in that neighborhood but decided to scram out of there.

Most of these houses had bars on their windows. Ditto with Miami.