The Ranch

"Jordan Wine. The remnants. Taste so good." Heidi explains as the first of three large bottles is popped open.

There's a lot of wine here. Not because its indigenous to the area, more because its intoxicating, delicious and cuts down on the scattering of beer cans. Beer has been given a bad name by one too many ex men. The children are so sensitive to any reminder of their past. Long days at the barn conducting RV Resort business are followed up with a round table of ladies and a bottle or 3 (or box) of red wine. Conversation is strictly about business plans. Ideas and wine flow. A food truck called the Gypsy Wagon, chili and corn bread first to keep it simple. Then on to ideas of making box wine Koozies. And hosting a farmers markets. Arts and studio time has been a common thread in all our pasts.

Daniel installed an antenna to speed up the internet today. This dude came up and asked him what was going on and wanted to know why he could not access youtube. "Youtube? the only thing blocked from the net in this park is porn." I'm assuming he dropped his gaze to the rocks and shuffled back to his trailer.

Tonight's evening was rather exciting compared to the regular days of tether ball and watching butterflies emerge from cocoons in mason jars. Some fella had gotten to rough housing his old lady. A lady in fact but from a distance she might as well been a child. 25 years old with no more than 4 feet and 2 inches between her hair and the ground. A real young couple, living in their mom's RV. Of course, he's been unemployed for a year and a half now and she's quit her job to take up school.

To add to the cliché, as it turns out, he was the same guy inquiring about the youtube. You have to wonder if maybe that was not the start of the fight.

The cops showed up did not do much other than act like dicks. The office called his mom. She got a ride to a discrete women's shelter, where they only allow two shirts and one blanket per woman. We gave her a blanket from the house. And took her dog, named Hope, for the evening. Then a kid on a bike road by and asked "Is ok if we come back down and play now that the PoPo is gone."

When he road off at least 4 adults turned to me and asked, "Did that kid just say PoPo?"