Well, what can I say about this park... it was probably quite nice in the seventies. As you can see from the first photo, Randy was wrong, the drainage ditch is not the pool and there is even a sign reminding you of this fact. It may also be, given the average age of the residents of this park, that the signs are necessary in case of rapid onset Alzheimers and the inability to distinguish a drainage ditch from a man made pool. Actually, the pool is more than adequate and I seem to be one of the few who use it. I think I should buy some flip flops to wear in the shower, however.
The only down side to our site, which backs up to some sort of giant wild horse tail weeds, (The manager said they would cut them down, but it makes for a great privacy screen, so he didn't really see any need.) is that we may be living next to Charlie Manson. His name is Dominick (or so he says) he was pretty high when he wandered over to introduce himself. He seems a bit crazy and certainly did not endear himself to me when he was describing the woman across the street as heavyset and than added "just like you miss Jackie". WTH, the man is either crazy, stoned or just plain stupid. What man in this day and age doesn't know not to comment on a woman's weight. I made a beeline for the trailer leaving Randy to contend with "Charles" and his ramblings about "coloreds", gays, Hispanics... Lord help us. I think we will be doing a lot of sightseeing.
I am sure we can keep him at bay once we plaster the airstream with Obama, gay pride,and peace stickers... oh, and large photos of Keith Oberman and Rachel Maddow just in case he is a Glenn Beck fan.
Randy has his BB gun in his sleeping bag.
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