Sorry folks lots of cakes to bake this week - two baptisms and a birthday party. I also have a new genealogy client, so its been busy.
Laurane - I think that the economy is continue to slow. There are more people all the time looking for decent full time work and the only jobs on offer are sales clerks at Wally World or flipping burgers at McYuckys. The pulp and paper mill in my town(pop 20K) has one year of guaranteed financing left and when is goes we're all in trouble. One of our church members is the custodian at a subsidized apartment building. They used to get one or two applications when a unit came up. They had seventy-six last week. Price of food goes up, packaging remains the same size while amount of content goes down. Or prices increase by a dollar then go one sale at 50c off to give the impression of a deal. So folks fill your pantries and be really to last through the 2015 harvest... tough times are coming.
Now on with the story...
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So where were they all… As we headed back to the apartments, Sid Myers, the property manager at the other building flagged us down.
“We’re all packed. Everyone else has gone, so I’m the last. It all locked. I wanted to give the keys to Eric, but he’s not around. Could you give them to him?” Sid asked.
“Isn’t there supposed to be someone from the City here?” I asked reluctantly accepting the keys.
“Yeah, but he ain’t coming until tomorrow and I ain’t sticking around in an empty building,” he said. “By the by, there is lots of stuff in there. If you all want it then go in and take it. Power will be on until tomorrow when the crews come in.”
“Really!?! Anything we want?” I asked, trying to clarify the possible gift.
“Sure… furniture, appliances, fixtures… anything that is left… here I wrote it all out so that if questioned Eric wouldn’t get in trouble,” said Sid handing a letter over.
My mind spun on the possibilities.
“Hey Charlie?” started Sid.
“Yeah?” I answered preoccupied.
“Now that I ain’t running a building, wanna go out with me?” asked Sid with a hopeful leer.
I snapped back. “Sid that was never the reason I wouldn’t go out with you...”
“You can’t go out with her. She’s dating our dad,” said Cara with the firm conviction of a child who had had this conversation with her father.
“Best of luck Sid!” I said. “The City giving you a good building?”
“Even better!” said Sid. “You know out on the Island they started up that camp?”
“I’ve heard tell Sid, but I don’t quite know all the details.”
“Well, if you are vagrant or pan handling or a runaway… you know the sort… instead of going to the shelters which never had enough space, now they send you to the camp. I got to see it. They detox people, get them cleaned up and on supervised meds… its real nice… bunk houses, a central dining hall, a library where the do good people come to teach reading and writing and job skills… Anyways they are opening up four more camps and I am going to be the assistant manager at one. Great house, rent and meals included, vehicle anytime I want one…” Sid was waxing lyrical about all the benefits but I was getting increasingly concerned.
“Who gets to live in the camps Sid?” I asked.
“Anyone who wants to or who can’t afford to support themselves anymore.” Came the quick answer. “It's set up for all the welfare recipients – did you know that there were 660,000 getting some form of social assistance in the Greater City? Instead of the City paying their rent and food, they’ll get the help if the move to a camp, then the government will give them work to do. It’s a real coup to be able to get a big job like this. I am so excited!” Sid was just about dancing.
“That’s a lot of people to coordinate and manage! I wish you well Sid,” I said trying to keep my concerns and panic form showing. Then a stray thought occurred…
“Sid are these camps just for the welfare people or for the seniors too?” I asked.
“Oh not to worry,” he said with a callousness that stunned me. “You should be able to clear that building in a month or two.”
Truthfully I had never heard of any camp on the City’s Island and what Sid was talking about was soul deep scary to me. I love all the little old Italian ladies and no one was going to haul them out of that building unless they wanted to go. I really wanted John and Eric home…