A Couple Things You'll Never See

If you come over to Huron there are a few places you probably won't wander into. (Into which you won't wander. Into.) One is the basement. You'll be welcome there but the basement on its own isn't super inviting. The roof rafters, or floor joists depending on your perspective, are just a little taller than the top of my head. I go into automatic monkey mode down there, hunching over and swinging my arms like an ape. It's not a place to stand upright unless you are Stacy or Judy or some other midgety friend of small stature. (I'm looking down at you, Kathy.)

Watch your head.

The other thing about the basement is the blatant indiscretion of the exposed insulation. You can see it on the backside of both new walls, or rather, you'll never see it because you'll never go down there. Because, why would you?

Another secret hideaway at Huron is the crawl space under the back porch. The masons filled it with the cast off bricks that came from the back wall. You may remember that the original back wall was cut open to make space for the sliding doors, as pictured at the bottom of this page. It's definitely a crawl under there, even the midgetys would have to bend over.

And finally, here's something you'll definitely never ever see in person because it doesn't exist anymore. As we all know, snow art by its very nature is transient. It was built by a police officer who, I guess, was bored directing traffic one day.  I happened to be walking by when he added the little twig arms. What a pig. (Ha ha!!)