Kadizzle needed a hitch welded on the back of his fifth wheel camper. A friend recommended a welder and gave the Kadizzles instructions on how to find him. As this is written we are sitting front of his house waiting for the job to begin. Apparently this is a clandestine business the second we have encountered in two days. Behind what looks like two ordinary houses is what appears to be a combination welding shop, auto repair shop, and junkyard. Stuff is strewn everywhere. Hopefully they people are competent.
Yesterday The Commander got her birthday present, just what every woman wants, solar panels. As it turned out the solar panel sales person was operating out of his house without the proper permits. When we pulled into his driveway, he took us in his house and then to his garage. He explained his neighbor " Mrs Craveats", named after some old busybody on TV kept a close eye on him and was suspicious. Mrs Craveats was indeed watching us closely when we pulled up.
The scene back here at the suburban junkyard would make a good movie setting. What appears to be a house on the front is actually a weird conglomeration of crap and passageways full of junk on the inside. The business advertises it can beat the price of most competitors. They probably can they don't have any of the expenses a normal business would.
The warm climate of AZ makes it possible for all sorts of people to live on the edge.
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