Oh sweet spring, how your blossoms waft through the air. This is not the only scent we smell. That is because it's springtime in the trailer court. The piles of snow packed against the skirts of the trailers for insulation is finally melting and the trees are budding. The piles of garbage are thawing out and now the frozen refuse is ready for the hibernating varmints to dine on. This will keep them out of the homes of a lot of the residents here as well.

It has been a busy winter here; there has obviously been a special on satellite dishes. As you look across the even silver painted tar roofs, it looks like NASA. You see, one dish just isn't enough. You have to have two dishes here, one for the local stations and one for the "good" stations. Boxing is a great pastime here, theguys hardly ever use gloves. I was thinking about boxing the other day. It really should be a gay mans sport. They do it in silk shorts, they wear gloves, and they are fighting over a purse! I mean really!

It is always a party on the weekends especially when someone finds a good fishing spot. The guys bring home their catch and just kill them, cook them and never miss a drink of beer, for that matter I don't think they even wash their hands.

Folks in the Trailer Park like to make their yards pretty, well some of them. Verna works very hard on her yard. Ever since her husband died, at the Piggly Wiggly, she steals hanging plants and yard decorations from other people's yards. She puts them all over her yard in a beautiful display. Everybody knows she steals them, but nobody really cares. She is old and spends most of her time sitting in her yard drinking beer and talking to her husband. Oh LeRoy, her husband is buried in her yard by the way.

Now Little Jeri Jean keeps her lawn immaculate. Jeri Jean, recently was released from "Belleview Home" for the mentally challenged. She used to fry Rice Krispies. Most folks thought she was nuttier than a squirrel fart. But now she is quite calm, she no longer runs through the trailer park naked screaming "I can touch the stars and they are hot!" She just sits and cuts her grass with kitchen scissors.

Then there is Luther. Luther is curious, very curious. Some people have special fixations that are harmless and I guess Luther's could be, however, there are certain laws that just are not applicable to this particular obsession that Luther has. In Newton's Law, he states "Whatever goes up must come down." But is there a law for what ever goes in must come out? There isn't a week that goes by that poor Luther isn't at the clinic having something removed from his butt. Anything he finds, he will try to stick up there. From toys to power tools, kitchen gadgets to small appliances, we've seen it all.

It's a lot of fun living here, where time has stood still, and lives are twisted. They are still cleaning up the Laundry facility from St. Patrick's Day. Whew! What a party, rivers of green vomit and here comes Luther with a box of Lucky Charms up his ass and Verna with hanging baskets of shamrocks for everyone. Yes, it is the good life. More as the summer unfolds. The heat tends to radiate in these match boxes with tin foil roofs!