Isn't it just magnificent? Wouldn't you want to live next door to it, watching the value of your own house slide down the real estate money pole like the Time Square ball on New Year's Eve? Me either. I drive by this "house" every day as I taking my daughter to school. It grows and grows as the owner comes across various building materials at auctions and rummage sales and scrap yards.
This guy likes his house. He likes it so much that just several weeks ago when the town met to discuss how to deal with the wart on our otherwise pleasant environment, he defended his creative achievement. He didn't actually attend the meeting, but he spoke to the councilman in charge while thumbing his nose and scratching his ass.
The neighbors have tried every option and are now wondering about safety concerns. When the wind blows, stuff is starting to fall off, they say. But that hasn't been documented, and legally, the town is paralyzed. It's not like the homeowner has viscous dogs running loose or illegal immigrants in the basement or rusty cars in the yard. They could fight those things. What they can't fight is the subjective nature of aesthetics.
One man's castle...
There may be hope, though. Yesterday as I was driving to the school, I stopped at the stop sign catty corner to the hairy mole and witnessed actual licensed construction workers standing by their van, looking up at the three levels of Dr. Seuss structure and scratching their chins. I could spend an entire day listing the many ideas and questions that could have been swirling around in their heads.
This guy likes his house. He likes it so much that just several weeks ago when the town met to discuss how to deal with the wart on our otherwise pleasant environment, he defended his creative achievement. He didn't actually attend the meeting, but he spoke to the councilman in charge while thumbing his nose and scratching his ass.
The neighbors have tried every option and are now wondering about safety concerns. When the wind blows, stuff is starting to fall off, they say. But that hasn't been documented, and legally, the town is paralyzed. It's not like the homeowner has viscous dogs running loose or illegal immigrants in the basement or rusty cars in the yard. They could fight those things. What they can't fight is the subjective nature of aesthetics.
One man's castle...
There may be hope, though. Yesterday as I was driving to the school, I stopped at the stop sign catty corner to the hairy mole and witnessed actual licensed construction workers standing by their van, looking up at the three levels of Dr. Seuss structure and scratching their chins. I could spend an entire day listing the many ideas and questions that could have been swirling around in their heads.
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Hey! I won an award for that!
And if the "guy" was thumbing his nose and scratching his butt at the same time, I suspect that's woman in male drag. Men can't multitask that well.
Hey what’s that…house doing there????
There is some show on HGTV that highlights crazy homes maybe this one would qualify.
Thanks for sharing Robyn
He may be nothing like Darryl Kerrigan but it's a good movie nevertheless.
If you or Rich are responsible, please stop it now.
It's frightening me.
Rich, HGTV is around here all the time for historical houses--maybe we should send them down this street on their next visit.
Sassy, amazingly, this is in a zoned area, but there isn't much that can be done.
Lynn, I suspect people will start sneaking over at night and pulling things off just to get some outside help.
Ms Mac, never heard of it, but I'll look.
Happy Knudson, I'm not sure what to make of the "happy" part, but you're right. He's free, and I applaud him for being so individualistic--let's just hope no one employs Eminent Domain.
... it's always the quiet ones...