When I say I work in an Arab neighborhood, I mean an Arab neighborhood - where mosque loudspeakers announce Jummah prayers, where shopkeepers close early on Fridays, where the guy at the 99 cent store insists on speaking to you in Arabic even though you have repeatedly told him that your Arabic is a disgrace to the race, where there is a fish market and a shisha cafe (sometimes in one) on every corner, where the local Chinese food joint has a sign outside that says “No Pork. No Wine” with a photo of the flames of Hell printed behind it. Do you get what I mean?