10-05-2026, 07:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-05-2026, 07:25 PM by HereOnThePrimalEdge.)
a "ghetto" and some of its people "trailer trash" is just okie dokey.
When I first arrived in Hawaii I found a house on Maui down a mile + rutted base course road, overlooking 60 acres of cattle pasture and then the North Pacific Ocean. I thought it was paradise. It was. When my sister who lived in a house on a 4000 sq ft lot in Dallas with a pool came to visit she thought it was a hellish nightmare. No AC, no pavement, no services, no shopping, she thought I was crazy.
She could walk out her back door and go for a swim. I had to walk 10 minutes to cliffs on the ocean, let myself down a zig zag path with rope holds, then walk across a lava outcrop jutting into the ocean, with a deep, wide salt water pool. Mostly on days when the waves were calm. There was an in between time when the tide was right, the waves were not too rough, and we could hurry out to the pool before the next set arrived. When it washed over the outcropping we dove under the water and the pool became effervescent, bubbly, it tingled like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. My sister’s hot tub (next to her pool) couldn’t do that.
It’s almost 40 years later and I still wouldn’t trade with her. Who cares what someone else thinks? They can have it.
When I first arrived in Hawaii I found a house on Maui down a mile + rutted base course road, overlooking 60 acres of cattle pasture and then the North Pacific Ocean. I thought it was paradise. It was. When my sister who lived in a house on a 4000 sq ft lot in Dallas with a pool came to visit she thought it was a hellish nightmare. No AC, no pavement, no services, no shopping, she thought I was crazy.
She could walk out her back door and go for a swim. I had to walk 10 minutes to cliffs on the ocean, let myself down a zig zag path with rope holds, then walk across a lava outcrop jutting into the ocean, with a deep, wide salt water pool. Mostly on days when the waves were calm. There was an in between time when the tide was right, the waves were not too rough, and we could hurry out to the pool before the next set arrived. When it washed over the outcropping we dove under the water and the pool became effervescent, bubbly, it tingled like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. My sister’s hot tub (next to her pool) couldn’t do that.
It’s almost 40 years later and I still wouldn’t trade with her. Who cares what someone else thinks? They can have it.