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Regular readers on this poet’s site will remember that, having spliced a new shore cord onto the knife-cut stub of the old one, she purchased a night in a nearby RV park in order to charge her house battery.

She proved unable to make that charge, subsequent investigation revealing that the original cord had been slashed inside the van as well, and an ordinary household power cord unsafely spliced to its stub instead.

But this is not that story.

This is the story of what the poet predicted would happen at that park, conjecture reharding what did or did not actually happen, and then what happened afterward:

Before going there, the poet predicted that litter would be thrown around or behind her van after departure, false complaints made against her, and/or threats and bribery to any susceptible staff or ownership following her visit ~ the combination insuring her lack of welcome return there.

Yesterday this poet called to see when a guest space might again be available to her.

She was told (after identifying herself) that the price of her stay would be exactly double that from just a few weeks before ~ by one unrefundable $60 deposit.

What happened to create this change?

The poet was not told.

If false complaints were indeed recorded against her, she will know it only because she’ll be on some kind of industrywide troublemaker list, now.

If that’s the case the poet will be singled out for disrespect, unwelcome, and extra expense everywhere else she attempts now to get this simple 30 Watt charge.

Ho, hum.

Not like she hasn’t run into this same mystery before.

EVERY DAMN WHERE SHE GOES.

… Which aren’t many, since she’s too terrified to leave her van at any moment it isn’t absolutely necessary.

No museums for her.

Did she think she’d be actually welcome, as a poet of excellence, anywhere in the Land of the Free?

She can think again.