I Am Not A Heartless Woman!
Why did I just think of Richard Nixon??
Anyway, I feel the need to post a disclaimer on The Life is Sacred Winnebago story.
Although my post is based on initial observations brought on by long suppressed voyeuristic tendencies, I feel that they may have come across the wrong way and that’s bothersome to me (as if admitting to being a voyeur isn’t bothersome enough).
The RV is occupied by a woman, not an unfortunate family down on their luck. I do not poke fun at people down on their luck (exception politicians and/or assholes who deserve it).
Where I live, odd people and odd goings-on are part of the landscape. It is what I love about living here. There is an ecclectic mix of bohemian artists, aging hippies, young successful people who bring a vibrance to the landscape, older rich people who give alot to the community, immigrants, military folks, people who have come here because of an inexplicable pull that they cannot escape; every type of humanity you can conjure resides here.
And it is fertile ground for those of us who love to observe (notice the subtle way I inject the word “observe”) and find humor or poignancy, whatever strikes the fancy. It is an endless source of fascination.
A few examples of real people in my community:
A guy in Carmel from a wealthy family who dresses head to toe in tartan. Maybe he auditioned for Braveheart but didn’t get part and never got over it? Not sure but he’s a nice enough guy and all the bartenders around town know him.
Or the funny little man who shuffles around town (at a pretty good clip, I might add) with a paper shopping bag full of I don’t know what. He motors EVERYWHERE muttering to myself but never speaking to anyone. No one seems to know where he’s from.
My personal fave: the woman in Pacific Grove who uses a Shetland pony as a service animal. This seems like it would be cumbersome but it works for her. I just LOVE ponies!
Or the woman who fought to have chickens in her back yard (they have cute names like Chloe and Diana, I think). They’re quiet so who cares? But it did cause quite a neighborhood split with pro-chicken people pitted against non-chicken-loving people. The woman won (a Russian immigrant) who just wanted fresh eggs, damn it!
And yes; Winnebago Lady.
Damn! Guess my pleas to the po-leece of “Do your job and get that fucker outta here” will go unheeded.