November 1, 2026. This may be my last post of the season until the spring. I cannot believe I have been in the same house since June 2009, for 17 Halloweens. Although the sheriff sold the house last November 2025 to unknown buyers, because I could not afford to pay the mortgage any longer, I am still in the house, waiting out the legal proceedings. Foreclosure is a faceless thief that is allowed to put a bullet in someone’s head and shove a persons life into a mass unmarked grave. For 17 years I have brought living things onto my street to provide curb appeal for my home and for the street. I did this as other white people on the street hidden fear. I did this as other people in the street left their trash or recycling out every day of the week in the front of their homes. I’m sure my tomato plant here will be dead by the first frost. And I’m sure I’m going to have to bring in the pencil cactus soon as well as the spider plant that’s next to it. Where we move to when the courts tell us we have to leave is a different story. In the end, I will have to put down my two fixed male cats, one 15 years old and 17 years old, and then I will have to call to have Goodwill pick up all of the items in the house for others to buy at their stores. I have already begun a process of staying at the homeless shelters in Philadelphia. 60 years old and this is what America is all about. A true Logan’s Run society. When Young we work our asses off. When Old were terminated from life. My dad died November 3, 2003 at the age of 60. He had turned 60 on June 10, 2003. I turned 60 on June 26, 2026. To live one day longer than my Dad I need to live to November 17, 2026 and no longer.
