When I was walking for exercise, I would walk by that trailer every day, and I’d wonder about the people who lived there. I’d stare at the trailer, trying to see in the windows (which were always covered), and each time the guy who lived there drove away (I’m 99.9% sure he was a cabdriver) I’d try to catch a glimpse of him. That trailer seemed like the last stand against the Yuppieville Madison is becoming, and I always liked seeing it sitting there, rough but proud. Several months ago I happened to be driving by, and saw that the trailer was being torn down. Apparently the people who owned the trailer had sold it and gone looking for greener pastures.
It makes me a little sad each time I drive by it – and I drive by it a LOT – because it always interested me. The trailer was in rough shape, but it wasn’t a cookie-cutter subdivision house. You don’t drive by houses in a subdivision and wonder about the people who live there – well, I don’t, I guess I can’t speak for you. It makes me sad to think of the people who lived there living in a subdivision. Maybe they took the money they got and moved to Florida, and are living in another trailer. I hope wherever they are, they’re happy.
And I hope they got an assload of money for that plot of land.
