No, really, I’m serious

You know, downtown El Paso is blighted by vacant lots. Prime real estate. Vacant lots.

I was thinking, what those landowners need are land banks. You know, converting those vacant lots into money-making propositions until somebody wants to use the land, without investing too much money on the front end.

Land banks. Like all that land on Montana out by Montana Vista. Junk yards. Trailer parks.

Trailer parks.

What if those landlords stuck a bunch of Airstreams on those vacant lots? You can fix those Airstreams up so they’re retro-classy. Wood paneling. 1950 chic.

With a tiki bar. Hawaiian shirts and fruity drinks with umbrellas. Ukulele music. Surf songs. Dick Dale. Duane Eddy.

You could cover the plumbing costs with the first month’s rent. Or you could get the honey wagon to come by every week, if you weren’t interested in incurring the fixed costs.

Boom. Income. A downtown residential population. Hip. Retro. Chic.

And infinitely more attractive than a vacant lot.