Gotta offer another view of the ghetto. 1975, tiny corps from Ohio staying in East St Louis, for the Alton Youth On The March competition (Sure wish I still had the T-shirt…). Arrived near midnight, in a neighborhood of boarded up and burned out buildings. At 17, I was the oldest in the corps and a couple of us stayed up the rest of the night as if we could protect the kids. Turns out our hosts, the Hornets(?), had a kind of perimeter around the youth center we were in. You can’t imagine two more totally different cultures, but they made sure we didn’t have any issues in the neighborhood.