The man who lives here works for a living, itinerantly, with his hands. This is one of three illegal casitas tucked into the backyard of another house, each cobbled together from found materials.
For the longest time Rod had a tool van parked on the street with “Hire a Handyman” painted on the side. Not long ago it disappeared without explanation. He might have sold it to pay for something he shouldn’t, but I didn’t pry. Yesterday I encountered him trying to push a broken down RV with no windows into the driveway. His arm was in a cast. The transmission was missing, but it rolled, and he thought it might make a useful storage for his tools. I pushed it up the incline with his car, then he cranked it the last ten feet with a come-a-long strapped to the porch post, so the gate was able to close.
With the closing of the gate, one small problem was resolved. Fresh ones beckoned. The RV windows needed to be replaced to keep rain from getting in and harming the tools. There was the longer matter of re-establishing his presence around Van Nuys without a work van that said ‘Hire a Handyman’ on the side. Or should he get work, how to fit his tools into a two-door rice rocket with no muffler and expired registration tags. Or, if he got pulled over, how to replace the muffler.
Working, poor. An endless chain of $200 problems. A man does himself honor everyday he doesn’t throw in the towel, crawl under a blue tarp by the railroad tracks and sign up for public assistance.
My friend Johnny has a lot more on the topic of itinerant labor, up in the Bay Area. He’s well worth reading.