I may have emoted somewhat. There was nobody around to hear, so it’s just between you and me.
I had planned to spend this morning’s time at the site moving a few specific large/heavy things, just to get that out of the way. Time remaining on the clock I’d spend rolling the wheelbarrow though one particular section of the 40 acres, just picking up windblown trash.
That last part of the plan went to hell almost immediately…
How much glass can you break in one place?
I mean… hell, I’ve accidentally broken a window or two, in the course of a long life. Never left the shards laying around in my yard, but maybe that’s just me. Point is, in even the most slovenly yard I can imagine, I wouldn’t expect to run into a pile of shattered plate glass around every damned corner I turned.
These people were low.
Also, these gloves are never going to be the same.
So what lucky soul is doing the interior cleanup – or are they just going to put the torch to it? (seeing as the ground is liberally ‘salted’ already) I can only imagine the shape the trailer was left in given what you’ve shown.
Looks like that place could tell some stories – mostly about dysfunction – reeking of manic depression with no small influence from mind altering substances. (not that there’s anything ‘wrong’ with mind altering substances – they tend to just sit there til called upon)
I’m often reminded by a bit of one of the Sherlock Holmes stories where he and Watson are traveling to a rural area by train. Watson is going on about how idyllic it is with the country scenery passing their window and Holmes just looks at him and say something to the effect that he has no idea of the depravity of the lives of the people out there. It’s probably a common affliction – country or city.
That’s kind of an issue for the owners at the moment since everyone who looks inside, including me, turns the job down. It’s not only filthy, it’s literally rotting and there are other nice touches – like some fine soul filled the toilet with cat litter for some reason. There’s much sad speculation as to the condition of the drain plumbing, and it seems a very good situation for Uncle Joel to avoid.
Was this glass once used as impromptu targets?
Glass is great for that use because even an idiot can tell a hit from a miss. The problem lies in its lack of re-usability.
Oh, I haven’t gotten to the beer bottles that were used as targets. There are many, many beer bottles, happily most of which are intact. Somebody there really liked Budweiser, a fact I predict will never find its way into any commercials. Some of the bottles were obviously used as targets, but fortunately it never occurred to anybody to go crazy with that. Those are small-scale clean-ups.
As to how the plate glass got broken, I don’t know. But the piles don’t suggest target stands.
From the sound and looks of things I think the owners would be better off asking you to bring in the backhoe and tearing the place down then starting again from scratch.
Looking at the pics you have posted makes me wonder what goes through a person’s mind when they do things like this. I’m all in favor of letting people do what they want but for every right there is a corresponding responsibility. Here the responsibility is not to do things to property that ain’t yours and may pose a hazard to others.