True story.

I reckon there's not much to explain here. I could tell you that the neighborhood in question is tucked back between Queens Road & Providence Road here in Charlotte, but that wouldn't make any difference to you unless you happen to live here. I could talk more about the Yuppification of Charlotte, same difference. Beth was one of my middle flings in high school. She was very pretty and pretty odd, & interesting & quiet at the same time. We dated for ah, oh, a month? Maybe? We broke up a couple of times, & I never did really figure out why we never got back together after the second time, since we seemed to make a fairly interesting couple. (My wife, by the way, is not a fan of this poem; luckily, she's not the jealous type, so my happy home is still both happy & my home.) A couple of months after I wrote this I was having lunch with my brother, and he told me he had run into Beth a few weeks before. He reported that she was back in Charlotte, doing something or other bank related (he thought), with a husband & a new kid.