We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A particularly fine variation on a type of bungalow form that was very common from about 1900-1920. I especially like the use of an elegant archway to frame an additional entrance space leading to the front door. Japanese architecture, which we briefly spoke about a few weeks ago, emphasizes the creation of transitional spaces in between the indoors and outdoors, and this small space helps contribute to such a gradual transition here. Compare to the 1970 home below, where there is hardly any transition at all besides an uncovered concrete porch, leaving visitors completely exposed to the elements as they wait outside.
RE: Residential real estate.... a bit o/t but, sign or no sign, almost all is potentially available with the question,"How much"?
Have a friend who recently bought a nice early 60's suburban brick ranch,on a quiet street, about a 20 minute commute from her work. The neighborhood is mostly older Italians. Nice neighbors who send over gifts from the garden and have their 60 year old sons mow grass and shovel snow when they notice she could use a bit of help.
Not many overbuilt houses like they did. Her house has a covered front porch and wrought iron rails, an attached garage and mudroom. All closets are cedar lined, has a screened porch with a slate floor, the half-finished walk out basement has a summer kitchen and leads out to a nice back yard with fruit trees and garden, appliances all stainless, showers all tiled, etc. etc.etc. Biggest problem was decor. Purple to the max. Had purple wool carpets all through, purple fixtures and wallpaper! Had to go (too bad) but underneath carpets was hardwood.
The house has never been listed. Friend liked it and the neighborhood and stopped and rang bell. Told the young man who answered she loved the house and if it was ever for sale please call. Turned out his Grandma was living in Fla. and Grandma wanted to sell and she wanted the house to go to someone who loved it like she did. Some very good houses never list.
I have a bungalow in Memphis. I love my house. It's 84 years old and built like a -- well, brick house. When a tree fell on the neighbor's house, it merely dented the roof. A new house would have been crushed.
I am moving to Milwaukee. One of my requirements for a house is that it have a front porch like I have now. When homes have front porches, people sit on the porch and say, "Hey" to the neighbors as they walk by.
I DON'T SIT ON THE FRONT PORCH, BUT I 'DO NOT' HAVE A DECK ON THE BACK EITHER, I'M ALLWAYS OUT IN THE YARD READY TO YELL HEY, TO ANYONE WHO HAPPENS BY AND THE NEIGHBORS ARE PRETTY MUTCH CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH. WHEN YOU PAY AT THE PUMP, OR USE THE DRIVE THROUGH, OR THROUGH YOUR RETURNS THROUGH THE SLOT INSTEAD OF GOING INSIDE AND SAYING SORRY FOR BEING LATE, YOU CUT OUT THE HUMAN TOUCH. AND THAT IS WHAT HOLDS US ALL TOGETHER