This was our first year in the West
Bottoms during the Haunted House season. While not a fan or a
participant we have enjoyed watching. Lurking I suppose at those who
did. There are 4 houses within a few blocks of the loft and our
"deck-dock" (not a term you will find in the dictionary) is a great
place to watch people. Thanks to one of our neighbors in the building,
Paul Morgan, we have chairs, tables and outdoor heaters.
We
waited with great anticipation for the openings - expecting huge crowds
and revelers dressed in all types of costumes.We were told that in
years past the lines extended around the block of people waiting to get
in. This year, I don't think haunted house goers got their Obama money.
Except for the weekend before and on Halloween night the crowds were a
bit sparse. Saturday was the last night for this year and The Beast did
have a nice long line that night.
Chainsaw man
But,
that doesn't mean we didn't have fun.We have had dry, mild weather
here. A jacket most nights made it comfortable. People walking by didn't
know if you "lived" in the building and many stopped to talk. It was
like having your own private deck, dropped in the middle of
entertainment and maintaining all the comforts of home. Well, almost!
Bathroom, frig and usually Bailey.
Zombie Girl
Many
of the "actors" actually volunteer to do the haunted houses. They run
September and October. It is like a big dress up party watching them
arrive and the one's we have met really put their all into it. As one
put it, "it is just too much fun having a job where you get to dress up
and scare people".
Snake Man at the Beast
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| Zombie Ball at Rag and Bone Last Weekend |
We
enjoy the West Bottoms. The good, the bad, but most of all the
interesting. Life gets so stagnant and beige so easily. We both fear
getting beige as much as getting old. Since you probably wouldn't be
reading this unless you know me - I know many of the "campers" or what
some call homeless. The choices we make in life - turn left or turn
right today - get us where we are and make us who we appear to be. Their
stories are much more than you might imagine.
This
is Coop and White Eagle - they stopped by and chatted on Halloween.
White Eagle went camping 12 years ago and hasn't gone "home". Their head
gear flashed bright blue and yellow lights. We discussed the
organization of their very socialistic way of living. Their camp, each
person has certain responsibilities based on their talents - one picks
up aluminum cans, one looks for wood, one looks for blankets - and it
all goes in a communal "pot". If you get lost or are passing through,
you have a place to stay and a meal. It was like looking at society
through a time glass and seeing how we evolved in our society only they
stop a certain point.
The antique
dealers down here leave things out on the dock during the first weekend
sales. LOTS of stuff. It does not get stolen. If you leave it in the
street or next to the dumpster - then they know it is for them. They are
an almost invisible society - parallel universe - and holes have been
torn between the two but you cannot really cross over.
Anyway,
the highlight of this entire conversation was that we were invited to
their camp for bar-b-que. (When the food stamps come in). They haven't
figured out how to get us there because these are guarded secrets - but
truthfully - being asked was quite a compliment.
Oh
and finding out that raccoon is much better meat than possum. Something
that will be good to know when the zombie apocalypse comes!
No
apologies for who they are, no sense that they don't live in the right
neighborhood, no sense of failure. Interesting the lack of stress when I
live in a stressed life daily.
I
will close this rather long dissertation with The Rat Man and his
apprentice. They live 2 buildings down from us in the same building as
the Edgar Allen Poe Rue Morgue Haunted House. Yes, they are live rats,
yes, they are in their mouths. The large one is "Dinna". He works at the
Edge of Hell and is quite an attraction. Very nice family - and because
of them we have a school bus stop in the West Bottoms industrial
district.
In the months we have been there we have met interesting people, seen sights so many miss, and enjoyed ourselves while getting to photograph this world around us.
Sometimes, it makes me think that the Victorians had a good idea with the Absinthe - perhaps life through green tinted lens is just enough more interesting to make it worth living.
