I’ve been watching the house on the corner of 41st and Meridian for a long time. It was odd because the lawn was always well-cared for (or at least well mown), but you could see from the decaying shades that nobody had lived there for a long, long time.
And then there were the 1950’s-era cars parked under the raised deck, slowly being devoured by vines. I snapped a picture a while back and deemed it art, but can’t seem to dig it up now.
This past fall, I chatted with a workman next door, who related how the owners …