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In the fall of 1975, I moved 25 miles north of Whistler B.C., to live and teach on a First Nations reservation. There was a shortage of homes, so teachers were moved into mobile homes that the band had bought from a logging company. Two stairs led up to the door at the side of the trailer. If you entered, you'd see a kitchen to the right, a small living room in front of you, and a bathroom and bedroom to the left. It was cosy, but it slanted quite steeply towards the bedroom. I asked the band council to level it and went south to Vancouver for the weekend. When I came back on Monday, it was level, but I couldn't open the doors to get in. They had to come back and reslant it.