The Effects Of The Worsening Economy Hit Close To Home Today

As in just on the other side of the back fence, behind a big Arbor Vitae.

Just as I was pulling up in front of the house after work I see a neighbor giving me the high sign so I got out to see what he wanted.

He asked me if I knew about the one person homeless camp next to the fence behind some shrubbery on the street side of the back yard.

I said I saw a big cardboard box someone had stuffed back there a while ago but I had been too lazy to retrieve it and cut it up.

He said oh no, there is more than that back there.

So we went and took a look. Bigger than shit, there were SEVERAL card board boxes back in there and a bunch of garbage. It was pretty obvious someone had been camped out there at least one night, probably more than that, I had just been driving right by without looking,

So I went and backed the truck up, and we started pulling boxes out. There wasn’t anybody in there thankfully and there won’t be anytime soon either now.

You know things are getting bad when you have a homeless camp beside your fence out here in Suburbia.

Especially when the nearest store or any other kind of business is at least a mile away.

Even stranger, The Wifely Unit started scolding me for tearing down someone’s sleeping space!

WTF?

Excuse me?!

Sorry for your luck whoever ya are but you need to get on down the road.

NIMBY?

Fuck yes NIMBY.

Especially when it is literally in my back yard.

The city has little “Comfort Stations”, little heated individual shelters set up just for the homeless, that seem to be all over the place anymore.

Go find one and get out of the weather.

Especially since it’s supposed to go below freezing for a few days and nights starting tomorrow.

The City has been playing Whack A Mole with these people for years now. They set up camp on someone’s property, they get chased off and they move down the road a mile and start over.

So they built a whole bunch of these little shelters for them.

There just seems to be more and more homeless people.

Hey, I’ve been there.

I have lived in my car, couch surfed and did what I had to do.

It’s not that I have any burning animosity.

It just puzzles me why here when it’s so far from anything.

What confounds me is why they hang around this cold, wet miserable town in the first place if they don’t have anything holding them back.

Follow the birds man, head South for the Winter.

I hear Southern California is real nice this time of year and Gavin Newsome just loves new voters.

I’m sure he’ll take real good care of ya.

So Quiet It’s Noteworthy

Weird.

I just came inside from my morning ritual of coffee and a smoke. There is a lawn chair sitting out front The Wifely Unit put there for the purpose and as I was getting through checking my email and putting out my smoke I noticed that it was so quiet that the only things I could hear was the tinnitus screaming in my left ear and some kind of small transformer humming somewhere in the house nearby.

I had to strain to hear the traffic on the freeway a couple of miles away.

Other than that, dead quiet.

That just doesn’t happen here in the Burbs, there is almost always traffic noise at the very least.

It makes me miss living out in the pucker brush something fierce.

I may have mentioned once or twice that I really hate living in the city.

That is one reason why.

Old Train Thursday.

Railway repair equipment.
This and the six pictures below sent in by GuardDuck. Snowy Trains meet at Cascade Locks.

Gloomy Sky over Umatilla
Snowy day in the Columbia Gorge between Cascade Locks and Hood River.
Snowy day out of Hermiston
Sunrise between Boardman and Heppner.
Filthy Engine just came off of six months duty as a pusher/helper on the mountains between Eugene and Klamath Falls.
Icicles hanging off of my engine in Portland.
Grapeland, Texas