One evening, four years ago, I went for a walk around the neighborhood. Two blocks away from the house, I saw that something that I hadn’t seen before.
This run-down RV was parked against the curb.
The closer I got, the more obvious it was that the RV had seen better days. The tires were flat. The windows were broken. Though the picture above may be blurry, you can see that some of the back paneling was forcefully removed from the vehicle.
The front of the RV was not much better. The hole in the windshield was probably made by a rock many years previously and I wondered who had thrown it and why. The orange ticket was a notice that the RV would be towed if it wasn’t moved but I knew that the RV had only been sitting on the side of the street for an hour or two so I wondered when the ticket had been taped to the glass. The ticket itself was from the city but the line for the date had been left blank. The license plate said “Go By By.” Someone had once probably loved traveling in this RV.
Because the side door was missing, I took a peek inside.
I didn’t go inside, though.
The next morning, I went outside to check on the RV and it was gone. I guess the city towed it away but I didn’t notice any tow trucks in the area the night before. Ever since that evening, I’ve wondered who owned the RV and why it ended up parked off the side of the road.
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