I really don't want to turn this into a rant. I have worked all my life, paid my dues, and paid for all of my mistakes. All I want in the days I have left is to be left alone. I am self sufficient, have adequate funds, most of my mental facilities, everything I own is free and clear. Since August of 2009 I have enjoyed being a free spirit, and bother no one.
There are millions of what are called "Full Timers" in their 5Th wheel trailers, the McMansion 40 foot buses etc. Some are called "Snow Birds" filling the "Encore" resorts here in Florida for the winter months. God Bless them and their lifestyle. The resorts have everything needed to live the good life. Heated pools,club houses, big screen TVs, entertainment to rival concerts. For the privileged at $50.00 and up per night. I don't wish to live that life-style.
Last night was the first time I was hassled by any law enforcement. The names have been changed to protect the Innocent. I was parked on a residential street visiting my girlfriend. Before I could exit the van flashing red and blue lights was behind me. A loud speaker barked "Get back in the vehicle NOW." Ok mister policeman. Ten minutes passed before he decided to approach my van. I rolled down my window, and asked if there was a problem officer? His response was license, registration, and insurance please. I complied, and back to the squad car he went. I regress-while this occurred three more police cars had arrived, and a few people had come out to see what was going on. When the officer returned his first question was "Do you realize that no camping is allowed in this city?" My laughter did not help the situation. When I replied that I was just visiting, not camping, my van was not a camper,and it was my daily driver, he said he knew a camper when he say one. When I asked him why my registration stated 2004 Chevrolet 3500 Express Van he had no answer. By now the fun had worn off, and I was about to become pissed. In my most polite voice I asked to speak to his supervisor. He stomped back to his police car, and in about another 10 minutes yet ANOTHER bubble factory arrived. When said supervisor was once again told the story he informed me that new ordinances have passed, and not all of the officers were up to date. WTF? Since when does a van look like a 40' motor coach? Besides I was legally parked.
He had no answer, decided I was legal, returned my documents, and told me I could park there for the night. In my most humble voice I thanked him for "Allowing me to be legal". So five police cars spent an hour and a half harassing an old man instead of looking for criminals. No need to thank me criminals just do not try camping in this neighborhood.
Further research found the greedy camp grounds were responsible for pushing the new ordinances to drive traffic to their business. Pack-um in like sardines, and raise the fees. I guess greed never ends. Once I find my piece of land I won't have to put up with that shit. Any place outside of the cities I have found the kindness people. I've been invited to eat, use their showers, even wash my van. So I'm still not bitter, just pissed off at being hassled, when all I want is to be left alone.