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I, personally, would have taken these nice hangers with me.[/caption]
Downstairs was a makeshift bedroom that likely was inhabited by a couple of skateboard-loving teens
. Upstairs, in what I gathered was the parents' room, there was little left behind. Just a ladder, a few boxes, a couple of books, and these hangers. Not a stitch of clothing remained, although all of these nice wooden hangers didn't make the final cut.
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Nor did these catalogs. I don't blame the previous occupants; I likely would have left any dated materials behind, too. But I wonder if the hobby continued with them. Building and racing go-karts is not a cheap hobby, with entry-level karts
starting off at over $500 for the bare-bones set. Does one postpone dreams of asphalt-and-rubber-induced delirium until financial conditions allow for further pimping of one's ride? Does one jettison the costly hobby in favor of something less capital-intensive, like whittling or making dreamcatchers
? Or does one's passions run so deep that go-karting is a necessity that cannot be quit cold turkey?
Simple questions like these make me wish I could run into these families amid their new circumstances, to see how foreclosure has changed the day-to-day mechanics of their lives.
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