Trailer Park Life

Life in a Trailer Park can sometimes be funny, sad, crazy or plain interesting.

Trailer Park Living. “How do I hate thee? Let me count the days”.

~ Ron Walker ~ 18 Comments
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Hello everyone, It has been a while since I pounded these keys. Most recent news? It looks as though it may take a little longer than I had planned, till we extricate ourselves from this encampment. Once we get out of here, I’ll sleep under a bridge, before I try another trailer park. This is a culture of its own. 

Since the last posts here, I have met some true crazies, crooks, and strange people. You just can’t make this stuff up.  I’m looking forward to getting back in here, and bringing things up to speed. YouTube boy is currently sharing Youtubes, with friends at the Juvenile Detention Center. I’m not quite sure, but maybe something is really bugging him. Most of the people with school age children have moved on. We’re not sure where Johnny Reb has ended up. There is one story that I am following, that is so convoluted it would take a team of psychiatrist to unravel, if they didn’t lose their own minds first.

So till I take a stroll today, and see if there’s any material for the blog, I’ll sign off from the Twilight Zone.

Comments always welcome,

Saturday winding down Nothing happening, but a mouse infestation.

~ Ron Walker ~ 16 Comments

This Saturday has been a quiet one. I have spent the day working on little projects on the computer. I hope your day has been a good one.

While looking for some parts in my office closet, I ran across this mouse infestation. 

Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. Yes.. stupid to the max. Sometimes, it just comes over me! Maybe I’m (shudder) missing the exploits of YouTube Boy. He is still, uh, not available. Staying where they don’t give you a key.

Have a great night everyone.

Trailer Park Tuesday, YouTube Boy (crying for help), The Wheels are loose, I can hear it ticking.

~ Ron Walker ~ 36 Comments

It’s Tuesday, in the country, in a trailer park. I could end right there, those that have lived in, or near, a park, would just use their imagination and be entertained the rest of the day. However, for those that like to follow my posts of the Trailer Kingdom, I have a couple of things for this morning at least.

While pouring myself a cup of coffee, I looked out the window, and noticed someone at the mailboxes. He was going box to box, removing mail. There was a car parked there I didn’t recognize, not that I recognize half of them, since various parts fall off from day to day, causing them to change their appearance like a Chameleon. Then I realize it is our “official” USPS carrier, or one of them. He is barely as tall as his vehicle roof, regular clothes naturally, and has a 1-foot square Tupperware box, the type you buy from a Dollar General Store. As I watch, he is putting mail in the boxes from the box, and taking mail from some boxes, for his Tupperware organizer, yes, let’s call it that. Mystery solved, no mail theft. Darn! That means no excitement either. Sorry for the picture, I was in a hurry, the phone camera was set to low resolution, and I had to enlarge it. There, that should be enough excuses for a crappy picture.

Learning to drive?

For those of you that follow the tales of YouTube Boy, I have an update. I just heard a call go out for the county, about a white van driving recklessly on a county road near YouTube Boy’s location. You guessed it, a few moments later his name came across the radio. Reports were he had nearly hit a gas tank (propane), driving and acting crazy.  My first thought, his family doesn’t own a white van. Second thought, maybe we are finding out where that bug in his ear disappeared to. Soon,  a call for medics to YouTube Boy’s house, 83 year old man shaking, high blood pressure. That will be the grandfather. It’s getting so predictable, The county comes out, then reports that he is just learning to drive, and a little upset. I can almost call the action around here before it happens. He and grandfather (who is really his adoptive father) just had a dust-up last night, where he spit on the grandfather. The neighbor called the county Sheriffs. They came out, calmed him down, promised him the moon and left. As simple as it sounds, the spitting on the grandfather should have been classified as domestic violence, and would have given them power to get him some help.

Of course the county handles it the same way, every time. They come out, talk to him, calm him down, then report back that everything is okay, he was just upset. I went over there one night while he was having a melt down. On that night, the father would not let him go to visit a friend, so he had kicked the front door open, knocked holes in the wall with his fists, turned some items over in the living room. The county was called, they calmed him down, promised to talk to him more, gave him a card with their number, in case he got upset again.

Do these county law-enforcement persons not watch TV? The story of this boy reads just like the narrative of the guy that killed all the students recently. Only two differences, the Florida boy was obsessed with firearms, where YouTube Boy is obsessed with vehicles and driving fast, mildly interested in firearms. He only has a driver’s learner permit. The only other difference is YouTube Boy is 16, the Florida guy is 19.

But wait, the county has been called at least 2 times that we are aware of, over YouTube Boy stealing his father’s gun, and taking it around his park, to show his friends. The county caught him, talked to him, promised to help him get on the volunteer fire department, blah blah, returned him home. According to him, they offered to take him target practicing later. I guess they haven’t seen “American Sniper” either.

Nobody hears the ticking of this thing?

No charges for minor in possession of a firearm, or that the gun had the serial number filed off. On a side note, that gun has come up missing I hear. That scares me. I think the wheels are really loose on his wagon, and one may come off at any time. He’s on about 6 medications a day for mental/emotional problems. May still have the bug in his ear, Mom is scared of him, reluctant to have him picked up.

This kid has been placed in Detention for weeks at the time, as many as three times in the last 2.5 years. Nobody hears the ticking of this thing?

Comments always welcome

Ignorance, can be fixed. Stupid is forever. My Cynical Sunday, in the South.

~ Ron Walker ~ 28 Comments

Things you might need for this post. Air-sickness bag, sense of humor, compassion, wonder, ability to not lose your mind. Also, please turn off your horrible grammar filter, the examples contained within, are atrocious. There are times, when I can find the funny, in most things in the Trailer Park Kingdom.  Other times, I get full I guess, and have to let it out. Much like a capacitor needs to be drained at intervals.

I was really enjoying Saturday, then I met the new park owner/manager, and his “assistant” who lives in the park. They are doing a survey of how many pets each home has. Yea, my first thought too. The nice gentleman is the son of the (owner) of the park. He was polite and well-dressed. For some unknown reason, they feel the need to make sure there are not too many pets in the park. Then he asked the stupidest question, “Do you have any of your 5, that you could do without?” First thought in my mind, was we will need a new park flunky, after Michelle dismembers him. Michelle asked him if he had kids, and if he would give up any of them. It was a tense moment, lasted way to long,  but I survived. Michelle let him live.

“YouTube Boy”

The 16-year old and his Mom drop by. Seems she needs Michelle to take another look at her son’s ear. Let’s go ahead and assign him a park name, even though they don’t live out here, “YouTube Boy”. I stand there listening to this exchange, as the mother explains she hasn’t gotten him to the doctor yet. Michelle glances at me, and I just shrug my shoulders. She looks for a good while and then announces she can see nothing moving, or black like before. Take him to the doctor, please! Earwigs don’t eat holes in the ear canal, it is something that is carnivorous apparently.

Sometimes, you have the compassion of a rock.

 It has been 6 days! The young man has already slept, attended school, and watched countless YouTubes, while listening to a crunchy sound, as he described it 6 days ago. Again, Michelle tells the mother to get him to a doctor, and have it checked. She can’t see anything, but there are two holes in his ear canal. Mom says, “Maybe, it just came out”. I said, “Maybe it went the other way, it won’t stay long I’m sure”. The Mom giggles, the boy just grins big. Michelle says, “RON!, sometimes you have the compassion of a rock!” I head on back to the man-cave and peace. I have ?compassion, just a low tolerance for repeated stupidity.

Maybe it did leave, maybe it died of overexposure to YouTubes. Maybe… it’s still munching away, in sweeter hunting grounds. (Apply air-sickness bag here)

Apparently, we haven’t moved the intelligence needle one bit.

You have to wonder how we come to accept mediocrity and below, in those chosen for positions of responsibility. I was researching something, and ran across some fantastic grammar examples. I thought of our friend Ellie, how she would so enjoy this horrible stuff. These are reviews posted on the Internet, by security guards that were supervisors. Apparently, we haven’t moved the intelligence needle one bit. I was reading this same drivel in 1977, from a Park Ranger supervisor over 12 Rangers, he was attending college. So let’s have a laugh.

Supervisor
It OK just some of the supervisors shoe favoritism certain people vet away with a lot of stuff and some get fussed at or sent home and also fired they just not right

The best one ( I removed city names, they were deep south)
Supervisor (Major) over 40 Security employees
I was in management, on the Cost of xxxxxx I ran the Port of xxxxxx Security side. I was a Major in rank. Working with the Port Police was very enjoyable they were there for my security officer, When the company was not. I found it hard to talk with my higher up, trying to get what my officer needed , the officer would call the main office in Florida to found out about what they ask me take care of, Also including the Port Police request, the office would tell them they did not know about it.or I did not take care of it, it got to the point I would cc in the officers and the Chief of of Port Police so they would no when office was not tell the truth. I was ask to step down as the Major of the Port of xxxxxxx or be fired . And to tell the Port Police it was my idea. I did so because I had a family that had to take care of. I found a job and left 3 weeks later. The officers that work for me all 40 of them were wonderful and so was the Port Police. I miss all of them , But I was told if I tried to go to Head Quarters they would ruin me. So main office thinks I step down. I will not subject this company to anyone. And would talk to HQ now if they want to know what was going on then.

 

Time for me to go, I need to check on what appears to be a paper plate, that has been energetically disassembled in the living room.

Comments welcome,