By Max R. Weller
Thanks to my friends in Longmont, CO for hosting me for six nights during the deluge. Always a welcome relief from Boulder’s homeless drama!
I returned to my campsite yesterday afternoon and unrolled my camping gear (the tarp I use as a ground cover is on the outside of the whole bundle), which had sat undisturbed since Wednesday morning of last week, and was very pleased to find that it wasn’t nearly as wet as I’d thought it might be. At least 12″ of rain had fallen on it since the time I stashed it in a secure location; thankfully, no floodwaters reached my campsite due to an adjacent berm. I spread my stuff out to dry for about four hours in the afternoon sun, which did its job of drying and deodorizing sleeping bags and blankets. No need to haul anything down to a laundromat. Many times during past winters, when several inches of snow has fallen with temps around the freezing point, my gear has been thoroughly soaked from the slush which seems to find its way into every nook of my bedding. Still, it only takes of few hours of direct sunlight to set things right. I slept well last night, after dusk had fallen and flood survivors quit bringing truckloads of debris to the nearby trash drop-off site.
None of the regular crew of panhandling inebriates were around the corner of N. Broadway & U.S. 36, so I stood out there from 2:30 until 5:30PM. Traffic was lighter than normal — no surprise there — but I still made almost $37, plus receiving an entire apple pie from King Soopers. BTW, I now have $225 in my coffee jar savings. A couple of passersby of longstanding acquaintance remarked to me that nobody had been on the corner since the flood began. Despite the anger and disgust I feel at the bums’ bad behavior, I hope they’re alive and well IN ANOTHER STATE. At least all of their empty beers cans and liquor bottles tossed into the ditch (in front the commercial district in the 4900 block of N. Broadway) were washed away, as far as a grate covering a drainage pipe about 100′ past my shady spot in front of the Mexican restaurant. There, the litter is heaped up but I don’t have to look at it.
I also watched a crew from NEWS7 in Denver as they reported on the frantic activity at the flood debris drop-off; as soon as a new empty dumpster was rolled off the truck into place, it was quickly filled up even as the old overflowing dumpster was hauled away. And there’s a large pile of trash from flooded homes on the ground, too. This video gives you an idea of the problems Boulder, CO is facing now as cleanup proceeds.
According to the account of one knucklehead outside Boulder Shelter for the Homeless this morning, where I have returned to my routine of arriving early to wait for it to open at 6AM, he has been hired by an out-of-state “contractor” to help with cleanup in Boulder. Disasters like this are always a magnet for scam artists of all kinds. There are lots of legitimate companies you can hire who employ full-time workers; don’t fall victim to the fly-by-night operators.
Boulder’s precious Open Space has been devastated by the flooding. Since this taxpayer-funded landgrab has always been about keeping out the “serfs” and propping up inflated real estate values for the benefit of the “nobles” here, in much the same way as the moat around a medieval castle, I’m hoping there will be a crash in housing prices.
I understand that some of the dope-smoking youngsters who hang out in Central Park and on Pearl Street Mall are deluded enough to think that they can apply for FEMA $$$. “Hey man, my tent was washed away — can I get about $10,000 to replace it?” They’re probably calling FEMA and other relief agencies at this moment, using their taxpayer-subsidized Obama phones.
Tonight at my campsite: junk food by the bushel.