Steve Lopez: Looking for an End to Her Skid

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Sad, Sad Story about an Elderly Woman

 

 

 

 

Greed over the Human Beings, and Americans! Its heartbreaking!

 

 

 

Steve Lopez: Looking for an End to Her Skid

 

A bespectacled 71-year-old woman named Lee Sevilla and her shaggy

dog, Sandy, have lived in a car for more than eight years. She

never would have imagined it.

 

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STEVE LOPEZ / POINTS WEST

Looking for an End to Her Skid

Steve Lopez

Points West

 

May 7, 2006

 

Six days a week at 7 in the morning, a gray Dodge Neon pulls up to a

bluff overlooking the beach in Playa del Rey. The driver, a

bespectacled 71-year-old woman named Lee Sevilla, is accompanied by

her shaggy dog, Sandy. The two of them have lived in a car for more

than eight years.

 

She never would have imagined it, said the silver-haired Sevilla. She

was a wife and mother with a pretty normal life until a divorce and a

couple of bad breaks put her on the street. It seemed like a temporary

setback at the time, but the weeks became months and the months

continue to drag on.

 

Sevilla sleeps in nearby El Segundo, where she pulls up to the same

parking spot beside a public ball field each night and settles in. At

dawn she uses the restroom at the nearby Chevron station, then buys a

cup of coffee and drives to Playa. It boosts her spirits, she

explained, to start each day with a million-dollar ocean view.

 

" It's wonderful, " she said, looking out over Dockweiler State Beach,

near the edge of LAX. " If it's clear I can see from Malibu to Palos

Verdes, and sometimes Catalina. You can see the dolphins from up here

too. "

 

The one day she's not there is Sunday. That's when she pulls her

church clothes off the hanger in the back seat of the Neon, goes to

services at the Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove, then splurges on a

$45 room at a Motel 6 in Santa Ana. Don't tell anyone, but she sneaks

in a hot plate to cook spaghetti, her one big meal of the week.

 

As for the Crystal Cathedral, " I'm not overly religious, " Sevilla

said. " But I do depend on Him more lately. "

 

Three days before I met her, in fact, she opened her journal one

morning on the sea bluff, took pen in hand and addressed a note skyward.

 

" You know, God, I'm getting too old for this, " she wrote. " It's

getting harder and harder, and I can't seem to get out of this rut. "

 

When a reader in Playa del Rey suggested I track down Sevilla, I

thought I'd find yet another L.A. story of hard luck in the shadow of

conspicuous riches.

 

But this one stands out: a great-grandmother who worked her whole

life, avoids trips to the doctor because she can't afford the Medicare

deductibles and has to sleep with a foot on the brake.

 

Sevilla is from Long Beach but moved to Chicago with her husband. When

the marriage came apart in the late 1960s, she raised her three kids

by working as an interior designer. She returned to California in

1989, following two of her children, but found it difficult to get

decent pay for honest work. She wondered if her age — mid-50s at the

time — was beginning to weigh against her.

 

A daughter took her in, but the apartment was cramped and Sevilla felt

uncomfortable about imposing. When the daughter got married, Sevilla

packed her bags, determined to make it on her own and confident that

she would.

 

" It's my responsibility to take care of myself, " she said, but that

was easier said than done. She found part-time jobs, but with a

developing heart condition, she couldn't be on her feet for more than

a few hours at a time.

 

For a while, she ended up sacked out at her son's place in Irvine. But

he had been in a terrible car accident, suffered brain damage and felt

horribly depressed about the burden he'd become.

 

On Christmas Eve in 1998, Sevilla asked him to accompany her to

church, but he wasn't feeling up to it. The next day, he went off by

himself, put a gun to his head and took his life. He was 40.

 

That's when Sevilla found herself living in the car, wounded,

distraught, scared. She couldn't believe the depth of her fall, nor

could she handle the dismissive stares from people who wondered what

kind of loser ends up living in a beat-up Mercury Tracer with 300,000

miles on it.

 

Just hang in there, she told herself. Another week, maybe a month.

 

" I thought it was temporary. But it just keeps going. "

 

The situation is awful, said her daughter, who still lives in the same

cramped apartment in El Segundo. But her mother won't accept help,

except for occasional loans, and is stubbornly determined to fix her

own problems.

 

" I worry about her sleeping in that car, " her daughter said. " I think

about her all the time. "

 

Six months ago, Sevilla answered an ad in the El Segundo Herald for a

part-time receptionist. She showed up for her interview at the small,

home-based company that refinishes bathroom countertops and

furnishings, and got the job on the spot.

 

" It pays $10 an hour, which is really pretty good, " she said. " And I

love the people. "

 

Her employers don't know, by the way, that she has lived in the Neon

for three years, having moved up from the Mercury. But the job is only

16 hours a week, and Sevilla clears less than $600 a month. Combined

with her $480 Social Security check, it's not enough to get her into

an apartment.

 

" If I could figure out how to make another $500 a month, I think I'll

be fine. But you just do the best you can. I think a lot of people

don't realize how close they are to being like this. You lose one or

two paychecks and it can happen quickly. "

 

Sevilla went to a shelter once but it wasn't for her, and she doesn't

care to venture to skid row in downtown Los Angeles, where most of the

homeless services are. Nor does she care to take a bed that could go

to a woman with young children, even if some kind of transitional

housing opened up. Her options are further limited because of Sandy,

but there is no way she is ditching the Lhasa-terrier mix she picked

up at the pound 10 years ago.

 

" I don't know if I would have gotten through this without her, " she said.

 

To look at Sevilla, you'd never guess she lives in a four-door economy

car. Her shoulder-length hair has a nice wave and her clothes don't

look like they were pulled out of the trunk. Over lunch at Cafe Milan

in Playa del Rey, she wore a teal-colored El Segundo T-shirt and

looked nearly a decade younger than 71.

 

" I do keep myself clean and neat, " she said. It's a matter of pride,

she told me. She wants to project a look that says: " This is not going

to get the best of me. "

 

When she leaves the beach each morning, Sevilla goes back to the

Chevron station and gives herself a quick sponge bath in the restroom

before work. It's not the greatest setup, but when she gets to the

Motel 6 on Sunday and steps into the shower, it's like being at a spa.

 

" I'll tell you something: There are a lot of people out there living

in their cars, " Sevilla said. It's no wonder, she adds, when you look

at the price of a one-bedroom apartment, let alone a house.

 

" I just don't understand how we can go to Iraq and build up that

country, but not be able to figure out how to get homeless people off

the streets or build affordable housing. "

 

Still, Sevilla is sure that she's one break away from getting a place

of her own. About 10 years ago, she answered a lifelong dream, got a

student loan and took a few art classes at UCLA.

 

" I discovered I've got a gift, " she said, proudly showing me her

pencil sketches of wildlife and domestic animals. " If only I could

figure out how to make something happen with it now. I seem to be in a

rut there too. "

 

After she gets off work, Sevilla motors over to the El Segundo Public

Library on Main Street to work on her drawings. Employees and patrons

were so impressed, they began bringing in photos for her to sketch,

and she's good enough to command $60 for a print. For an additional

$20, she'll make 12 postcards on handsome stock, using her laptop as a

print shop.

 

" She's an amazing woman, and so talented, " said Roz Templin, a library

assistant who, along with a colleague by the name of Kimberlee Carter,

is trying to arrange an exhibit of Sevilla's work at the library.

 

Templin said she can identify with Sevilla's financial problems. She

works two part-time jobs herself, helps cover the bill at her mother's

assisted-living home and wishes her pay went up as often as her rent.

 

" To be honest, " Templin said, " I'm living paycheck to paycheck myself. "

 

After the library, Sevilla generally drives a few blocks to the area

between the park and the gas station. The other day, she had a Post-it

sticker on the console of her Neon.

 

" Ice, " it said, reminding her to reload the Igloo she dips into at

night to make a sandwich for dinner.

 

She eats at the park, then drives to the Rite-Aid parking lot and

plugs in a 5-inch TV powered by the car battery. The reception is

better at the drugstore, where she watches the local news, followed by

the nightly news, and then scans the L.A. Times.

 

She said her heart filled when she read that my friend Nathaniel, who

lived on the streets of downtown Los Angeles for years, had moved into

an apartment.

 

" Good for him, " Sevilla said.

 

And that's the thing, she added. Every time she gets down, she thinks

about all the people who are worse off. She's not mentally ill, she's

not hooked on drugs or alcohol. At least she's got a car and a few bucks.

 

It will get better, she tells herself. It will get better. And El

Segundo isn't a bad place to be if you're homeless. She feels safe,

she told me, and looked after.

 

" I feel like a member of the community. "

 

She makes one last trip to the Chevron before turning in, then drives

to her spot and rearranges the car, clearing enough space to recline.

She says goodnight to Sandy and then says a prayer of thanks. Thanks

for getting us through another day, she says, and then she drifts to

sleep under a blanket of ocean air.

 

Anyone who wishes to buy hand-drawn postcards can send a photo or

other request to Sevilla at P.O. Box 5484, Playa del Rey, CA 90296.

 

Reach the columnist at steve.lopez and read previous

columns at http://www.latimes.com/lopez