In Memorium

There was a kind, benevolent soul who also happened to be the other half of a wonderful duo. We came to know him as Bob, because Donna was always in lead, in the limelight, bowed at the feet of our dear Mother. The homeless of Livermore & Pleasanton are her flock.  Donna and Bob’s flock And if it weren’t for Donna, Bob would have been sitting in his recliner watching the game.

Bob was never chatty. He had dry sayings that served his mood,  such as “same shit different day”. He was direct. You just had to know and accept what Donna said was the law. You never spoke ill of Donna, you never spoke against Donna, Donna was above any commentary – even when it was in her regard. Bob would defend his wonderful wife against all. And we loved him for that.

Bob passed on Saturday evening, Januar 11, 2020.

He left his life with Donna to be in his Maker’s Presence, to join old friends like Henry, to see his parents again.

We’ll miss you Bob. We will look after Donna and keep her safe.

Selfish Uneducated Nincompoop Day

Welcome to Sunday! Let me tell you what is happening to us.

Because we are “homeless” and are therefore “derelicts”.

Livermore created a Safe Parking Program and are using CityServe Tri-Valley as the facilitator for the program. You have to be vetted and approved to participate. Get a monthly card. There are 6 different locations throughout the city of Livermore and mostly church parking lots. We have our own Security Guards (Company with 3 employees to watch us for the week). We check in with them and sleep in our car. There is a handicapped port-a-potty for our use, which the guards have the key for the lock. They will usually unlock it for us when they arrive at 7pm. We are welcome after 7pm, but we can’t leave and return. No in and out privileges.

Basically, we have a secure place to sleep and pee. That’s it. And you have to leave by 7am. That’s it. Park. Sleep. Leave. Don’t make a mess and don’t piss off the neighbors. Got it.

The neighbor’s don’t agree with this philosophy. They are the “not in my backyard” crowd. NIMBY’s. They have made their presence known.

Nosey folk have driven up to the guard and inquired. Others have called the police. Some just group together and watch us – with the “understanding” that they “take care” of those who step out of line. They don’t want the activities of the Creek People to poison their pristine little neighborhoods. Soil their children. Their pristine thoughts.

Maybe they should stop imagining what we will do and actually see what we don’t do.

I may accept the fact I am homeless, I may be treated like I am homeless, but I will be damned if I “act” like their version of homeless. Whatever the fuck that is.

Why do people have to be that way? Destroy something they “think” is bad. What they think is bad that doesn’t exist. I just don’t get it. Can someone explain?

And changing the lock on the port-a-potty? They are being rented by the City for our specific use and now “concerned citizens” have made one location unavailable. Good job? Mission accomplished? We’ll stop parking here? God Christian thoughts and actions?

Nah. Thanks for the fodder for a blog post you uneducated nincompoop’s.