Right out of college in 1966 I wss offered an interview for a job in one of the cities in New Jersey (I forget which one). I went there and on the way to the headquarters of the company I noticed the general ugliness of the place and particularly the boarded-up windows of homes along the street. It told me “This is a crime-ridden place.”
I went for the interview, was offered the job, and decided I would not live in such a place.
I shouldn’t have said “boarded-up windows.” These windows all had bars on them.