It's hard to really describe what I call, the Crap House. Mainly it's the front of the house which is a bit run-down and the collection of junk the owner stores in front of it. I pass by it often enough- since I have noticed it, the owner keeps: two very beat up looking trucks, and then on his lawn, an assortment of odds and ends. Of particular note, the cab top of a truck holds center court on the lawn. Under it, a pair of boots ( I think), one of those gallon plastic jugs you'd buy of spring water, and some assorted other items. His front door has some random newspaper cutouts on various parts. It isn't the worst house on the block (or the best). I'm pretty sure I have run into the owner on at least two different occasions (and now a third). If there was a way I could discreetly take a picture of his house I would try.
The first time I was in front of his house and he was riding his bike and when he noticed me, he said, I'm just riding to my house because I live there. Or something to that effect.
The other time he was also on his bike but a few blocks away, in which he told me it was a beautiful day not to get run over.
When we saw the crap house guy again, we were actually across the street from his house, admiring some birds. He was at the curb, by a vehicle, talking to someone. For some reason he saw us across the street and called over, (No joke), that he was getting ready for Britney Spears. That did seem like a non-sequitur. Then he elaborated by saying he was fixing up his house so it had greater curb appeal. I'm not sure how this related to Britney Spears, other than maybe she will be in Iowa and will want to stop by his house? Sometimes it's best not to question these things.
Odd things always seem to happen though, don't they?
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