I love the area where we live. Our tiny burg is just perfect. It's quiet and clean - we can hear the trains off in the distance (they are certainly close, but not TOO close to our house) and the city runs a tight ship.
I don't mind paying our city services fee when it rolls around - $60.00 every 3 months, because I feel that the garbage pick up is more than exceptional and like I said, the city workers do keep the place relatively tidy around here.
I don't see random wandering dogs and cats. No one's dog poops in my yard and no cats use our mulch as litter boxes around here. Unlike our old stomping grounds where we could not even allow Buddy to play out front because the smell of cat turds was so overwhelming. Disgusting!
However, just outside our little burg is an area once known as Jefferson. I think the little town has now disbanded and I have no clue on the status of what neighboring town might usurp it.
It's highly undesirable. Basically, it's a 3 or 4 mile stretch of strip clubs, adult video stores and no-tell motels.
I have seen "working girls" out in broad daylight in that area many a time. And, I'm no prude, but it's just a really crap area.
In fact, the locals call it the "Badlands" and have ever since I can recall.
Anyway, the Evil Twin must travel this stretch of road to get to work and home and if I do any shopping that does not involve my regular Wal-Mart, then I travel this little stretch too.
Over the weekend, we had to go to the Deep Homo (that's Home Depot - which is a big box hardware store) and purchase a new slide for the kids' swing set. A few days before, Buddy had gone down the slide and somehow cracked it at the bottom (granted, it had been out in the elements for 3 years and while the weight limit is 250lbs, I'm sure all the cold and snow does a number on that super duty plastic after a while).
So, anyway, we're driving back from the home improvement warehouse place, slide tucked all kitty corner in the van - which the Evil Twin had to remove the 2nd row captain's seat and the 3 row bench seat - to allow room for it.
As we approach this structure, I just had to get out my camera and get a shot:
This "structure" has been there for as long as I can remember - and I've been here 25 years. I don't really know what to make of it. Is it a house? Does someone live there?
No clue. It's primo real estate as it sits facing the river.
Every time I drive by, I think "WTF??" And, I mean EVERY TIME. That's a lot of WTFs there, my friends.
I don't want you to get the impression that this is NORMAL for WV, because it is NOT! And that's where all my confusion and WTFs and "Where is the city to step in and declare this an eyesore?" sets in.
Occasionally, it seems as if someone might be working on it (due to evidence of scaffolding around one side). Other times, it just sits, precariously perched. Driving me slowly insane.
I keep waiting for the day it just pitches forward and lands in the river.
I don't think it's gonna happen.
Won't someone please tell me what it is or just, for the love of Pete, WHY? Oh, lord, WHY? What purpose does it serve?
I promise to balance this post out with some pictures of things that make WV breathtakingly beautiful. Which is as it should be - and, save for one "structure" - it really is.