I hate change, it's rarely ever good, seldom in my favor, and it usually ends up pissing me off. So it should be little surprise that I go out of my way to avoid change, while seeking solace in the comforting arms of familiarity, the loving embrace of the same old same, predictability is her name. I was sitting here in my Independence Chalet, pondering what to write about, and coming up with nothing, so I took a drive. I've kind of been in a slump the past couple of days, not really writers block, more like writers apathy. I figured a short drive on a rainy day might perk me up. It did, sort of. Revisiting a couple of spots from my Urban Blight series seemed like a good idea, I knew that in a sea of, Change We Can Believe In, a world of well intentioned yet poorly orchestrated HOPE and Promise that hasn't quite panned out, some things in life remain constant.
Someone forgot to tell the folks at the Mayfair Trailer Park and Meth / Crack Emporium, that we are in the midst of a new era. No change to be found here. Mayfair is still the biggest shit heap in the greater Kansas City area. God bless em. Clearly whoever owns these two classic Mopar's is unaware they are worth more than all of the trailers in Mayfair combined. Seriously, these old Super Bee's are as rare as teeth in a meth users head, and worth a small fortune, even in their current state. They have been sitting in this same spot since Jesus was in short pants.
If it came down to living in this 40 Highway Hemorrhoid, or selling those cars, I think I'd opt for the latter. Maybe they just don't like change.
The cross over the entrance of this church always makes me smile. It has light bulbs in it. God said " let there be light", in this case the light appears to be 40 watt vanity bulbs.
The leaves are changing in Midtown, but that's not really change, since it happens every fall.
Call me a sentimental chuckle head, but there are few places I find more beautiful than Midtown in the fall.
On my way home I found myself behind this guy. Not sure if you can make it out, but he isn't pushing the Yellow Pages.
That's it kids, nothing to see here. Move along.
Man ,Hell of a point ..they could buy a deluxe double wide on acreage along with a brand new Charger !!Or whatever Chrysler is passing off as a muscle car today.I think I would rather sleep in one of those cool old rides than that frigen place...lm not judging though..
ReplyDeleteThe people who insist on living in our rundown yucky rental mobile home make over $300 per month payments on a Harley the truck-driving daddy bought a year ago and has never really ridden because he has no motorcycle license (I think he's scared, to tell the truth). The Harley sits idle in a corner of my soft-hearted husband's shop.
ReplyDeleteI just don't understand.
There's an important point to be made in this post. Those cars are apparently worth a lot of money (I know nothing about cars) yet the people who supposedly own them don't sell them to improve their own living conditions. Why? Are they ignorant of value? Are they too whacked out on drugs to think clearly? Are the cars stolen or implicated in crime? I just don't get it.
ReplyDeletesome people,if they have something as valuable like that will sit on it forever just to listen to people beg them to sell..thats what I think.
ReplyDeleteActually I think those place got even crappier.
ReplyDeleteI like both the "implicated in a crime or stolen" and "like to listen to people beg" theories on why those terrific Chrysler products are just sitting there. As usual, a terrific post, MM.
ReplyDeleteFor those who like their old Chryslers running: www.hpacmopar.com.
On Saturday I took a drive with the In-laws in tow. I was able to find Cliff Drive, but I was told that its closed on the weekend?!?! WTF?
ReplyDeleteWhat the hey, Saturday was a nice day to get out of the house...
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