A sister & I visited our hometown & stopped by our old house. The big old Carter house next door was vacant. We poked around & found an open door. Inside was lots of left behind furniture, books & stuff. As we looked around, we lost track of time. We spent the night there. We made a point to keep lights off so as to not arouse the suspicions of the police. One problem was that her sky blue Buick station wagon was too long to fit in the garage. We had to leave the door open.
The next day, as we were fixing to leave, people started coming by to greet us as new neighbors. We explained ourselves & as we tried to leave, the people started coming in & discussing their memories of the house & the people who used to live there. More people came. People brought food. They started barbecuing in the yard. It had the feel of a very happy wake. The police finally came but they just walked through. Then some skinny blond guy with a beard showed up. He was driving a UC van & blocked in the Buick station wagon. He gave us a list of everything we had stolen & damaged. The list was one of those old matrix printer things with the punch holes on the sides. People quickly came to our defense and marked up the form with items that were brought in by visitors and not stolen and comments about damage already existing. I berated the UC rep for wanting to use the house for student housing in an upper middle class suburban neighborhood. That the guy was from the University of Cincinnati when we were not in Cincinnati didn't seem to phase me.....