Earthquake in the Trailer Park Tonight, revisted.

We're here because we're tired of the rat race, done with the rat race, or kicked out of the rat race. We are discontented, malcontented, disabled and differently abled. We're sad, but we are happy. We have our own little world in the trailer park.

On food stamp payday, we barbeque, on minimum wage payday we shop at the CP Thrift Store.
And, on each Saturday morning, neighbors come for the Free Food that some local do-gooder Christians hand out. It's all starchy GMO crap with an occasional  organic reject from Whole Foods.

Because we live in well-planned manufactured tin cans, we actually have good housing. Quality homes that have features that far surpass our incomes. Our roofs don't leak because we make good use of Kool Seal white roof coat, and lots of UV- resistant tarps. We make good use of no-cost, low-cost repairs and it is good-enough repairs. Our homes are not exactly tight, but they really do hold together.



Many of us live in RVs on rubber wheels so when the earthquake hit at 3:20 a.m we shook, rattled and didn't roll over and didn't fall down.
After the screaming and the cussing we all piled out of our houses like angry ants when the field is on fire. We yelled for each other to make sure we were still among the living and the younger ones jumped up to go bang on doors and make dang sure we were all doing OK.

  We have a generator because an RV is a mobile home, literally. We have all the modern conveniences of any American home. An RV is just like a McMansion, only much much smaller.  We have refrigerators, and water heaters on demand.
We also have propane tanks to run the heaters and the cooking stoves and batteries to run the electricity inside, if we don't want to plug into the Grid.  As long as the water lines hold, we have clean sparkling water.

We know we all depend on tax money from a generous and caring society. We know the disability check and the Social Security check will come. We know the bus lines will come and the streetlights will shine.

Outside in the dark August night we took care of each other -- charged cell phones, made big pots of coffee and shared bottled water. We also broke out the beer and the whiskey because a party at 4:00 a.m. is a Universal thing! We pulled chairs around in groups and in each row of our trailer park we all laughed and gossipped and knew that come daylight, we would have a hell of  a clean-up.

As predicted, the sun did rise and as we recovered our sea legs we each ambled home. Each of us so glad our tin cans held together (mostly), and only listed off (somewhat).
The same life we had the day before the earthquake went on as before because for us, each day is a non-cliche new beginning.

On the edges of America, on the borders of the cultures, we have to scan the shadows and look for the daily bread, the place to rest and we do not take for granted that life will be easy. But we do demand that your neighbor is your friend on the spinning earth.

Get the vintage IRL

Cordelia California is a wide spot in the road with a railroad that runs through it. And... there is a railroad theme restaurant that sadly, has closed but, happily it now houses lots of antiques, vintage, old stuff and newer gifty type stuff.  Cordelia Junction Antique Mall.

It's at the corner of I-80 and Suisun Valley Road, kind of.  Just south of Fairfield. California. You'll see the big big signs on the side of the old train depot from the freeway.  Here's a link  to their Facebook page with updates about new stuff just in/ and just sold.
Since it has about 70 dealers, stuff changes fast or not. One whole side of the building is furniture such as couches and sofas, dining and bedroom sets and bookcases and stuff like that. It's housed in the old restaurant and that is fun and sad at the same time. I really really wish it was still open. Cocktail bar with Fresh Oysters served to you by a waitress named Susan or  Helen.  
 Here's a link to the Yelp page. 
 The address and phone number is 4560 Central Way, Fairfield, CA,

(707) 864-1244, and they are open Tuesday thru Sunday, 10 am to 6 pm.

We are up on the 2nd floor of the right hand side of the antiques mall, space #432.  Here's what we look like --
a lot does change but the background... burlap, old paint drops and a wall of chicken wire always remains.

you will always find... vintage clothes, old Army stuff, and vintage home decor.
We like to always have small furniture.... bookshelves, small chests and cupboards and trunks.

Wicker basket, vintage Hawaiian shirts, clocks, lamps, vintage letters, typewriters, shell lamps, chairs and small tables. We try to always have old media and technology like old cameras, record players, speakers, radios and sometimes a vintage projector.

Early August 2015, we moved this pair of  little charmers in!
Vintage chests straight from Grandma's back porch. Each is priced under 100.00.
One is crackled vintage jadeite green and faded pink with a drawer and 2 doors, just perfect for storing canned goods, winter boots, or hiding dirty laundry and hippie soap and bleach bottles.

Each of them are about 30" high, and 3 ft long by 16" deep.

The top, with a vintage hand painted floral on a black metal magazine rack, and a tiny globe bank by Ohio Art.

Newer handles and knobs, and lots of rustic charm on this vintage chest. Loooove the faded colors too.

The other chest is painted gray and has a drawer, and 2 doors, like the other one, but this one has a fresher paint treatment.
They can sit in an entry and hold those winter gloves and boots, and hats and baskets for the mail, and all the important stuff you need as you come in or leave the house.