19 Mar 2009
“I think I did the initial on this place,” Mr. Brewer said. “If it’s the house I’m thinking of, it’s a total mess.”
The phrase was a woefully inadequate description. The house, a sad-looking one-story on a corner lot overlooking a busy street, looked as if it had been torn apart by wolves who were also graffiti-writing meth addicts.
When Mr. Brewer pulled up, the leader of the other crew, Tyler Hatch, was standing knee-deep in household detritus in the garage, a besieged expression on his face. Workers around him were shoveling the deserted belongings into a trailer.
The house’s interior was a jumble of clothes, broken furniture and dirty dishes, and the major appliances — stove, refrigerator, washer and dryer — had left scars and discolored patches when they were pulled from the walls and carted away. A fossilized whole roast chicken sat on a kitchen shelf.
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Haunting look at what happens to foreclosed homes, and those who clean them up.
Foreclosure Trash Out - Ill Fortune and Its Leavings - NYTimes.com
