My neighborhood: thinking about poverty

I live in a gentrifying neighborhood in Southeast Atlanta.  It's a nice neighborhood.  My neighbors are friendly, waving from the yard or stopping by to talk about the weather. The kids are kids, running around in packs probably up to no good, from the point of view of us adults.  People dress up in their Sunday best for church.  Gutters are cleaned, lawns mowed, cars washed, cookouts held.  My elderly neighbor sits outside every day during baseball season and listens to the Atlanta Braves on the radio.  On election day, my neighbors voted.