Trailers have gotten a really bad rap over the last 40 years or so. I mean when they became the affordable housing for the white underclass that pretty much did it image wise.
Pity.
No really because they'd otherwise be so cool for the purpose they were originally designed for. An independent, and fast moving life style.
No matter if ya use it to camp out or live by your wits on the road these sweeties are the cats meow,...or at least they were.
That blown image problem again.
Anyway I always loved them things. Especially because long ago we had one. Well in way. See it was sort of up on blocks, and we turned into a play house, and tool shed.
When my folks bought a summer place there was this old trailer not unlike the one in the illustration above which came with the land.
So I spent part of my kidhood playing in one of these swell silver tear drops. 'Wish I had it now. I'd turn it into a cozy little home.
So that's my Christmas fantasy. Our old trailer done up as my shelter, life raft, and temporary abode. I'd paint it up like the one at the top there only I'd have Angels, Faeries, and Cowboys,...don't ask.
Maybe I'll write a little Christmas story about it,...humm maybe I've already started. Merry Christmas gang!
(Click on the cool trailer art by Paige Bridges for a better view!)
(...another vignette from my houseless year.)
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