We need some structural work, and can’t find a good carpenter. We need the plumbing re-done; a new hookup to the sewer. Well, we need a sewer, because the leach field out back is poisoning the corn field down hill of it. Been that way for two years, and the public was supposed to do something. And, guess what, we can’t get a plumber, and the DPW don’t answer the phone anymore.
We need the road outside paved. That was promised years ago. And I think Jasper, the guy over on the other side of the hill? I think his pickup’s still in the hole where the road washed out last March. Ain’t no glass in the window, and the electric’s been out for six months since the creek took down the bridge and the feed from the power company. Killed most of the trout up and down for a mile till someone down there cut the switch to up here.
Ain’t got no phone. That went with the electric. The old man lost his job cause the bridge went out and he couldn’t get acrost the creek. Tried beaver and muskrat trapping, but he can’t get out in the water with no boots, which he gave up when he got work in the town, and the boat got crushed by the bridge fallin’.
Got no firewood. We was countin’ on Uncle Dan to deliver us a load, but last we talked, he said he can’t get enough for himself, and there ain’t no coal left since the mines was shut down.. Besides, creek’s to wild to walk it across since the damn cracked and flooded everything upstream last year.
But, what the hell. Winter’s still three or four months away. We don’t starve first, when it comes real strong we’ll freeze to death. That’s a good way to go. Painless, kinda easy, happy like.
Tommy, the oldest one, set out yesterday to walk across the mountain to see if there’s anythin’ them folks can do in North Valley. He took the last blanket, a cook pot and some coffee. Not much else.
If you’re readin’ this, we’re dead. Bury us upland of this place. We always like lookin’ at it, an’ hopin’.