I wouldn’t deny that. As I mentioned to the daughter when we were talking about rent, I said that we were both very thankful to be blessed by living where we do. However it IS cynical to make a blanket statement that good people do not exist. Now your replies never directly stated such a sentiment, but other replies have done so… (this is me making a statement to the “room” in general.)
I understand the warning. With a crystalline clarity.
I grew up in the back of a 1969 VW bus in the early 70’s and spent time homeless as a child. Dad and mom were fuckups. Full stop.
Mom was a hippy and had the peace beads, poncho, went to Woodstock, “turned on, tuned in and dropped out…” then ended up in Palo Alto and we lived on the edge, hopping from apartment to apartment and sharing rooms in other peoples homes until my education was shot and I got shipped back to New England to live with my alcoholic aunt and finally my dad, so I could graduate High School with an actual education. (…and I did, with honors. Go figure…)
I understand how landlords can turn. I was literally sitting in the front row seat… of some CRAZY shit. Which was why I have felt it necessary to speak up as I have. Those good people are gems, they are often hidden in plain sight and they should be the example of what renters should look for, and what other owners could aspire to.
I wouldn’t deny that. As I mentioned to the daughter when we were talking about rent, I said that we were both very thankful to be blessed by living where we do. However it IS cynical to make a blanket statement that good people do not exist. Now your replies never directly stated such a sentiment, but other replies have done so… (this is me making a statement to the “room” in general.)
I understand the warning. With a crystalline clarity.
I grew up in the back of a 1969 VW bus in the early 70’s and spent time homeless as a child. Dad and mom were fuckups. Full stop.
Mom was a hippy and had the peace beads, poncho, went to Woodstock, “turned on, tuned in and dropped out…” then ended up in Palo Alto and we lived on the edge, hopping from apartment to apartment and sharing rooms in other peoples homes until my education was shot and I got shipped back to New England to live with my alcoholic aunt and finally my dad, so I could graduate High School with an actual education. (…and I did, with honors. Go figure…)
I understand how landlords can turn. I was literally sitting in the front row seat… of some CRAZY shit. Which was why I have felt it necessary to speak up as I have. Those good people are gems, they are often hidden in plain sight and they should be the example of what renters should look for, and what other owners could aspire to.