Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Life During War Time - Tales from Detroit

Its true what they say - life is different here in the MotorCity. At least that's what the media tells us all. I would imagine anyone reading this has the same neighbors I do; unemployed, too many kids, one too many cars and a boat parked in the driveway waiting for a drink of water. Even the boat knows; I can't float on cement morons. Then theres the guy down the street, all 5 foot 4 of him with a big black Hummer parked in the drive. Every Saturday like clockwork, he's out there shining that monstrosity up, waxing it until dusk ; just in time perhaps for the repo man to come snatch it away in the dark of night,  We all know that little guy in denial. And why does a 5 foot 4 man need a Hummer? Oh Wait...I just answered that question in my head.

3 out of 10 houses on my street are in foreclosure and the longer they sit empty, the more my neighborhood looks like a war zone. Even Pol Pot would have fled the scene over here. From the long dead grass to the unhinged side doors slapping against the side of the house, broken windows.....I half expect post apocalyptic raggedy children with makeshift machetes to come tearing out of those houses everytime I walk by.

I have neighbors directly across my house who have become so unhinged with joblessness and loss of their motorcycles, $2,000 Gas Grills and and everything else under the sun, they have taken to yelling out their windows at the mailman on a daily basis; more bills to pay today. No bank account. No money for gas. Hopelessness in the form of sour grapes.

Now here is the root of the root; these neighbors of mine couldn't afford their Hummers, 4 Story Houses, Boats and Children...long before the tanked economy. They seem so surprised by all of this. Yet, there are jobs here but they just don't want them. "Too demeaning" to be a landscaper or a store clerk  - or both if you can swing 2 jobs. Most people do these days. To quote the old basic "doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure that out".

Since when did having "stuff" become our purpose in life? And worse...when did we become such wimps?

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