One of my former homes -- for all of two weeks -- is being torn down and it breaks my heart.
The Motel 6, where I lived for two weeks in May, is being razed and replaced with expensive student housing.
The reason it breaks my heart is that a little community had formed at Motel 6 and I was fortunate enough to be part of it for a short time.
It was a home for the dispossessed, struggling and castoffs of society. Yet everyone I met their maintained dignity. Run well and tightly by manager Don and his staff, it was a kind of haven for those having a tough time but who sought safety and cleanliness.
I honestly don't know what I would have done without the Motel 6 in my transition from living at work to finding a friend with a guest house. My initial thoughts about living there included ideas about writing the stories of the outrageous characters I met. But they were regular folks, just as I was, trying to make the best of their lives.
Everyone I met, from visitors to staff, were absolutely respectful to those on the property. I cannot say the same of people who hold high office in some of our local institutions.
And so Bloomington has erased one of its few remaining transitional housing opportunities. I don't blame the owners of Motel 6 as they likely received a great offer on the property. And city council members really can't turn down developers so long as they follow zoning rules, lest they face lawsuits.
But Bloomington leaders need a more solid plan for those on the edges of society.
They just lost one of a few remaining lifelines.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Peace and respect to you my brothers and sisters.