Life In The Rust Belt
Ashley Wakersby had spent her entire life in this Rust Belt town, as had several generations of her family before her. At one time, it had been a thriving area, but now it was filled with empty storefronts and abandoned factories.
The neighborhood where Ashley lived was also suffering from the economic downturn. Where there used to be families in every home who knew their neighbors as well as they knew themselves, now there was an abundance of empty houses with boarded-up windows--places which hadn't held a family in a decade or more. The few houses which were still inhabited contained people who kept to themselves, who didn't even know the names of the others on the block, much less anything about them.
Ashley had spent forty-five of her sixty-five years in this house on Marigold Lane. She and Carl had moved in as newlyweds, raised their son and daughter here, and Carl had passed away here two years ago. Since his death, Ashley had found it more and more difficult to go outside the house.
Having the internet made staying home so easy for her. She could pay all her bills, order her groceries, listen to audiobooks or read ebooks from the library.
(Discuss hoarding, fancy food traditions--champagne, caviar, pate--etc.)
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