Carmel-by-the-Highway

There is a fabulous place in California called "Carmel-by-the-Sea." When I was younger, a magnet hung on my Gram's fridge that testified to her visit there one time. It's near Malibu, I think. Toney northern suburb of Los Angeles (?)--something as majestic as the Pacific Ocean at which to look.
However, there is a place in the Indianapolis area named the same, pronounced a little different by the farmers that originally settled the area. "Car-mel" is how the CA's pronounce theirs. "Carmul" is how the farmers pronounced ours. In the mid-80's, in the grand tradition of White Flight, they sold out to developers in droves. I think the trailer park I visited Generica the Tranny in high school is gone.
Today I read the paper and it seems that there was gasp! a crack deal that went down there. People's pretensions in HamCo are the subject of this post. People are shocked, shocked! by the recent wave of "inner city" type crimes that go on there.
I love the Northside of Indianapolis. Honestly. I spent a good deal of my formative years there. However, as the affluence rises, so does the effluence. Think about it: crime goes where the money is. Write your Economic masters thesis on that one.
People with money live in really nice places. People with a little money who think they have money live in Carmel-by-the-Highway.
Honestly, if you were hot sh*t, you would live somewhere else.