FINDING A FOREVER HOME
After ten years in Dewey, aka
Prescott, Carol, Katie, and I are
no longer one of those, ah… so-
called snow bird families. The
Prescott Country Club is finally
our “forever neighborhood.”
Farewell Bullhead City.
Larry Wonderling
By now, you probably know
how Carol, Katie, and I feel about the PCC—perfect
altitude for moderate seasonal weather, compared to
those nearby lowlands and highlands. The scenery is
spectacular, the animals, fowl, and even the reptiles are
very tolerant of sharing their ancestral territories with
we “newbies.” Also, there are plenty of dog lovers and
human neighbors who are caring family members.
As for the essence of this article, it was around June
22, when I noticed an old pickup truck parked in the
wash. The truck belonged to a homeless guy who had
apparently been stuck there for a few days. I virtu-
ally slid down to the pickup at about 8 a.m. Peering
through his windows, it became obvious, the vehicle,
filled to the ceiling with clothes and personal stuff,
was his home. After a few more taps, the back boarded
window gradually opened and a half asleep, bearded
man smiled. I explained I lived nearby and I asked if
he needed help. Tall and rather thin, he thanked me for
my concern as he drank eagerly from a water bottle.
He added that a few others in the area were prepared to
help him, and one gave him some water bottles.
After a friendly chat, we exchanged names, shook
hands, and I returned home. The next morning, dur-
ing my walk with Katie, I noticed that the pickup was
gone. Then I learned from several neighbors the most
gratifying aspect of this story when Sheriffʼs deputies
received a call about the stranded pickup truck.
I learned that the homeless guy ate dinner with one
of my neighbors who lives across the street, and that
anyone in our mobile home PCC neighborhood who
discovered the stuck pickup was ready to help him. In
fact, they reportedly all told him that, like it or not, he
was a neighbor as long as he remained in our neighbor-
hood; and that they would always be ready to assist
him.
I further learned the real clincher about the day after I
knocked on his windows. Two neighbors in addition to
two Sheriffʼs deputies spent several hours that evening
helping Mr. Homeless remove his thoroughly stuck
pickup from the wash, while later getting a tow truck
to finish pulling him out of the wash, and apparently
towed him out of PCC.
Once again, youʼre reminded, as we were, why we
cherish our neighborhood and our decision to make
PCC our forever home.
– Larry Wonderling, Ph.D.
Email: [email protected]
Celebrating 13 Years in the Country Club
~ Thank You!
“When you expect the best”
Joan DeLabio & Annie
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