As soon as I reached the location of my current assignment, I became both angry and sad. A battered child's bike lay in the dirty scrap of a front yard. A few toys were also scattered about, mixed with empty pop bottles and other bits of trash.
The subject property was a rusty, battered old singlewide mobile home. Instead of curtains the windows were covered with blankets. The metal had been patched here and there with plywood. A tarpaulin covered part of the roof. The home sat in a rundown park filled with other mobile homes in similar condition. The reason for my visit was in plain view: a new crew cab pickup that probably cost upwards of $50,000.