The title is a line from Kodachrome by Paul Simon. I’ve always liked the song and I liked Kodachrome film as well, though I remember there used to be a Black and White version of the film stock that had a higher concentration of Silver Nitrate in the emulsion so metal and shiny surfaces really popped.
Below are a couple of shots of the view down the hall from my Motel room. I’m now ensconced in a Comfort Inn about thirty minutes away. Things are much nicer here.
So the deal here is that the hall is really just a covered breezeway that’s been built across the front of the building. It’s unheated and seeing as we’re in the midst of Winter, it hovers around freezing with just enough waste heat leaking through the room walls to keep it from dipping down into sub zero.
I’m pretty sure I was the only paying guest. The rest of the occupants are families placed there by Vermont Human Services. They’re all young families too. I’ve been poor but this looks like the kind of poverty it’s hard to dig yourself out of. This is the kind of poverty that looks like it wants to hold you down. And like most things, when you’re at a certain level and the money is tight, the food you buy to keep you going, isn’t really food at all. So you inherit all of the stuff that goes along with that too.
If there’s something I’m picking up on in my time down here, it’s that the people are willing and the business will is there to expand but the infrastructure to support the two is missing. Just getting very basic supplies is difficult and some of the older established ways of doing things need to go or be updated (which means damn near everybody inside those institutions needs to go).
People are strong and they’re adaptive, they can make damn near any situation work, they just need a a fair shake and some tools to make the leap.