tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965390616423292590.post5825346552714027210..comments2024-03-19T06:43:03.824-06:00Comments on Thrifty Mom In Boise: One Of The Best Reasons To Keep Your Car CleanThrifty Mom In Boisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10503584246610396717noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965390616423292590.post-91679471953550829152017-06-19T06:07:17.214-06:002017-06-19T06:07:17.214-06:00Wow! I can't even begin to imagine what that ...Wow! I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like. Or having to live in those conditions. At least you got to go home at the end of your work day. I can see where dirt on your car was like having camouflage for you I suppose. Thrifty Mom In Boisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10503584246610396717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965390616423292590.post-25534850975079938052017-06-18T11:54:58.339-06:002017-06-18T11:54:58.339-06:00I worked for several years on a govt project. I we...I worked for several years on a govt project. I went to all the inner city schools in B'ham, AL. Most of the time, I was a lone white woman 3 or 4 miles from safety. I parked my car behind a 12 foot chain link fence at one school. At another school, the principal had a police radio on him and several other pieces of communication equipment. At another school a black woman begged me not to go to the most dangerous school in the city. It was so dangerous that cable men refused to service the housing projects even with two men in the van. <br /><br />I never washed my newish car, EVER. As I sat at lights, I wanted no one to see me. I have dark hair, so I did not immediately stick out as out of place. My life depended on anonymity. The only thing in my car was the book bag that looked like a laptop bag. I unzipped it and forced it open to show notebooks for class, hoping that reveal would keep my windows from being smashed.<br /><br />I developed the habit of locking my car doors at all times when in parking lots. I even started locking my doors to pump gas or to step out to buy a paper from a paper machine. <br /><br />A filthy car was a good thing for me.Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com