Box on a lot with a lock and key

The VA sells a house that is constructed on slowsand to an unsuspecting veteran. The property previously owned by a brick company was exploited for the clay and filled in with the soggy muck leftover from the mining process. The property although stable in the dry season as in August the month it was sold to a would be home owner becomes a slurry bed of muck just a tad bit thicker than quick sand depending on where you stand for 6 months of the year. The house and I use that term loosely is slowly sinking into the ground and I use that term loosely as well. Both at different times the veteran and his daughter are swallowed knee deep in the muck and require rescue before the severity of the dilemma reaches home.

The would be home owner is financially trapped in a box on a lot with a lock and key for thirty years. Day after day week after week year in and year out a thousand tons of muck is removed and replaced with stone two spackle buckets at a time into a virtual money pit.

If hours were dollars the stone castle would be above ground not bellow.

I had no problem in my “Box on a lot with a lock and key” until companionship entered the picture. My junk was my toys and amusement and camping in was fine. Auto fire, indoor plumbing, and an inside outhouse were all a bonus. I kept to myself and nonsocial.

The junk I collected added a bit of creativity to my crazy world. Junk Sculpting was later replaced with writing poetry. Now I am into writing to myself.

Thank You, Jim Raab http://jimraab.blogspot.com/