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Thursday, October 23, 2003

It Ain't No Monkey Bar

But this joint looks kind of fun. We really should dedicate more of our life to the double-wide lifestyle. I grew uup in a small coal mining town amid the boom and bust of Colorado's wild oil and gas years. Craig swole and shrivelled many times in the 1970s and 1980s as the area dealt with building a coal-fired power plant and the connected deritrus of open-pit coal mines and support industries that come with such a less-then-clean industry. As a result, the town sported some trailer parks. Mobile home villages. A few were even referred to as communities. Without a map or any resources, and removed from memory by many, many years, I can still count at least 8 trailer parks in a town of 9,000 people. That is nearly one trailer park for every thousand people. That, folks, is densely placed temporary housing. I still marvel at the entire concept. Simple, shack-like accomodations. Placed on wheels for moving from job to job, from town to town. Fake pine or cedar wall panelling. Dark carpets, usually shag. Low ceilings. And clever uses of many floor plans. Bathrooms up front, bathroom in back. Put the kitchen in the middle, put the kitchen in the front. Build a porch on the side, or a deck on the back. Or build an entire house around the trailer. I know a few folks who owned some very expensive 4X4 trucks - this before the SUV era. Their driveway would be littered with trucks, huge boats for taking to Lake Powell on trips, expensive campers and RVs - a entire fortune spent on toys and all stored "up at the house" - a $25,000 mobile home. It makes me smile. Special bonus homage to the trailer park: The Great Trailer Parks of Mississippi.