Trailer Trash and a drive to Saint John

You have probably seen this before. Never-the-less it is still mind-boggling, at least to me. This is a European Motor Home, probably on the basis of a Mercedes Bus. The price was said to be “only” 825,000 British Pounds Sterling, whatever that is in poor Dollars. And if you are sick of paying property taxes this might be for you, even if you wouldn’t be able to join “frugal-RV-travel”. I want to be trailer trash.  They did not cause the problems that our country faces today.  They did not get mortgages they couldn't afford.  They did not run banks to the ground with greed.  They did not use investors for their personal benefit.  They don't even belong to the unions that ask too much of their companies.   I'm tired of paying mortgage bills, utility bills, and property taxes. I want to live more simply, pack up the dogs, and move into a travel-trailer. I don't mind being called 'trailer trash', but I wanted to get your opinion.  What  do you think about my decision?   Of course we can’t have such day-dreaming here. Instead I got up at 5:30am (ouch) and started preparations to make the drive to Saint John. Bea had a med. appointment out there and it is a 150 minutes drive. Most times we have the camera with us, so also today. Above: View from Friars Bay (Campobello) to Eastport, ME Below: View from International Bridge to Lubec, ME The drive was uneventful but we sure enjoyed a blue sky and the very nice views from the highway across the water. City of Saint John Contrasting in Saint John Historical King Street City Hall – and they have a clock outside so the “workers” know when to go home. City People waiting for …what?          Bea got out again after 45minutes at the most and then it was my turn. I had an appointment with our lovely authorities on the 14th floor of the Saint John City Hall. By the way did you know what City Hall is in French? Well I’m shocked to tell you that they name it “Hotel De Ville”.   And what a Hotel that is. My rough estimates are that there must be about 1000 people working there. They have their own fast-food joint inside, making sure that the employees, who are always short on time don’t have to plunge into city traffic for finding something gullible to eat. I bet nobody takes a lunch package from home these days. Likewise there is a bank inside and the police head quarters. From the 14th floor I had a sweeping view over Saint John Harbour and most of the city to the South. If I would work there I would pull the curtains, otherwise I’d just be sitting admiring the view. Maybe that’s why there are so many people in the building. Some admire the view, and some just try to work. Sorry for being a bit sarcastic tonight, but I just can’t take it so well, that there are actually so many people on the payroll, doing absolutely nothing productive. Even though it was sunny, a cold wind was blowing through the city. Amazingly we have seen quite a few people in shorts. Those are probably born in a cold and snowy winter outside in the woods and have survived it all. With other words REAL CANADIANS!   Thanks for coming along!