CHAPTER 50 Change The Locks

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The Sheriff's Deputy drove past Nathan and I as we walked up the small hill to the Cabin. He parked the squad car right on the ridge road that ran past the small shanty shack of a house. Then he got out of his vehicle, with paperwork in hand, and walked to the Cabin's front door.

He went through the procedure.

"Is there anyone in the house?" the Sheriff's Deputy asked me.

"No," I said.

Then he opened the front door and did the walk through to confirm the house was empty. He walked back outside and posted the Official Eviction Notice on my front door, for everyone to see. How humiliating.

The posting is an official piece of paper with a bunch of legal wording. It has the Sheriff's emblem on it, and several signatures. The basics of it say you got thrown out of your house, and you're not allowed on the property, since the property is now the Bank's [or whomever owns it now].

The Deputy walked back over to his car to fill out some forms. Nathan, the real estate agent for Parcel B, walked over to the Deputy's car to talk to him.

I stood about twenty feet away from them on the ridge road attempting to give them privacy. But I heard every word of their conversation.

Apparently, the Deputy was a landlord himself and had some tips for Nathan on dealing with troublesome tenants. The Deputy even had some experience with evicting tenants before. I got an earful of the Deputies opinions and advice to Nathan on what to do with our stuff.

"I've never dealt with a situation where the person still had their stuff in the house," Nathan told the Deputy.

"Well, what most landlords do is just pack it all up and move it into a storage unit. That way you get their stuff out of your way. Then the tenant has to pay for the storage of their stuff, the storage unit, before they can get their stuff back."

"And what happens if they don't pick up their stuff within the time period," Nathan asked.

"Then you can do whatever you want with it. You can auction it, or you can donate it," the Deputy said.

"So I could auction it off?" Nathan asked the Deputy.

"Yes. Or you could just donate it all."

I stood there in disbelief. Here I was not ten feet away from them. This was yet another reality of "Them vs. Us". They didn't think of us as human beings. They thought more about getting our stuff out of their way.

I was dumb-founded. They talked as if this was a regular day for both of them. No big deal to evict someone out of their home. They do it every day. It's just another day at the office. It must become sort of a routine, like clock work, I guess.

You post the notice and do the Lock-Out. Then you pack up and move their stuff out of your way, and find another tenant or another owner for the property. Then it's on to the next property. Every day of the week, and twice on Sunday. The point is to get them out of your way so you can make the money. No big deal.

The Deputy had the nerve to walk over to me.

What the ever loving fuck?!

"I'm sure everything will work out," the Deputy said to me.

What a fucking liar! He didn't believe it and what's more he didn't care. He had the sensitivity and compassion of a gnat. He was the wrong Deputy to put on duties like this. He wasn't the person I'd want out in the community representing my organization. The whole scene was beyond bad mannered. He was a completely self-serving human being and I wanted nothing to do with him or his uber fake compassion.

"Yeah, thanks," I said.

I was locked out of my home, officially. A home I'd lived in for eight years. A home that held eight years of memories for me. A home that I now had to get permission to have limited, supervised access to.

Burt, the locksmith, started working on changing the locks. He needed my key. So I took the key I'd had on my key ring for all this time off, and handed it over to him. Now I had no key. I had no home.


"President Obama signs the Helping Families Save Their Homes Act of 2009, which temporarily raises FDIC deposit insurance coverage from $100,000 per depositor to $250,000 per depositor. The new coverage at FDIC-insured institutions will expire on January 1, 2014, when the amount will return to its standard level of $100,000 per depositor for all account categories except IRAs and other certain retirement accounts. This action supersedes the October 3, 2008 changes."

U.S. FDIC Press Release

May 2009


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