Cultural diversity.  Growing up in Corvallis,  you knew to be very careful after Labor Day,  when walking,  riding,  driving in Corvallis.  That was when the foreign students showed up and bought a car.  Some Asian would blow a stop sign,  his or her head visible below the steering wheel,  oblivious to traffic and other users.

So I worked in the woods in summer,  and made great money.  My Dad told me we should buy a house and rent it out.  So he took my logging earnings,  put the money down on an old house.  I was to be the maintenance person.  Two men from Africa set it on fire with the hibachi on the living room floor,  cooking bush meat,  which was probably raccoon or nutria some enterprising Fish and Game student was selling.  I spent a whole weekend sistering some floor joists and laying new sub flooring.  The floor got linoleum by a professional.  Then it was the next renters,  who didn't flush toilet paper,  but kept it to put in the garbage.  Uck!  I demanded we sell,  and did