Why do people not paint their houses with graffiti?

Because people who paint graffiti don't own houses.

In the coal mining town where I grew up, everything was black with coal dust, the houses, the ground, the washed clothes on the line and the snow. But there was only one black man.

When I was young, in a town of wooden houses,

covered with wooden shingles, unused nails were often to be found. Unfortunately, many of them were found in the soles of the feet of children, who spent the summer running around in bare feet. If this happened now, there would be a quick trip to Emergency and a stab with a Tetanus shot. But not back then.

In those days, we would pull out the nail, lick our finger and rub it over the wound to wipe away the blood. Then there would be a quick trip to Mom, who would kiss the spot and make all the hurt go away.