Park Place ("Casa Cucaracha") was when my credit really imploded. I think the inflection point was early 2010. Then Waterways late 2010, all of 2011, I moved here right after my new year vaycay in 2012. Somehow I've actually been at Casa Cascade longer than any address since the Pepto Palace. The only downside is I have no space to "entertain" per se; not that I ever do. My only visitors have been the landlord and his plumber. I suppose replacing the bed with a futon could fix the entertainable aspect.
but what's the point? I have no friends to entertain.
But I was thinking about the financial-meltdown chronology because somewhere in the waiting period between first meeting my attys and launching the BK filing, it occurred to me I had been "living like a refugee", just like the song, for years. Perpetually afraid to answer the phone lest it be a collector. Always nagging worries that I'd wake up one morning to a process server knocking, car towed or bank account seized, leaving me effectively homeless.
But actually the refugee mentality had begun even before then - 2008 because I dreaded running into old acquaintances at my former haunts, 2006-2007 because with all the pot being smoked in the house there was always a nagging worry that I'd wake up in a LARD song.
So one of the things I promised myself when I relieved myself of the issues underlying my financial refugee mindset, was to register to vote. I think it says a little something about our national policies that you can do all your driver license and vehicle registration stuff online, but the best we can do for "online" voter registration is a PDF form.