Picture this: a serene, quiet neighborhood in the north suburbs of Chicago. Expensive, large houses on tree lined streets... Trim, landscaped lawns – not a dandelion to be seen… SUVs and/0r other suburb-appropriate cars – sparkling clean, waiting for their driver to hop in at any moment for a jaunt to Starbucks or a book club. As you walk down the street, you look at each house you pass. This one has a turret on it – this one has a beautiful bay window – this one obviously had an addition added to it at some point…. and this one. Wait, WHAT on earth is up with THIS house?
It’s small, first of all – dwarfed in size by the houses on either side of it. The red & white paint on it is clearly chipping; the lawn is out of control – dandelions all over the place and the grass is long – not prairie length long, but long compared to the two pristine lawns on either side of it. As you look around, things get curiouser and curiouser. There are stuffed animals and other random, alley-found items tucked into whatever areas they can be tucked. Lining the front steps – propped up next to the small tree that’s growing in front by the curb – tucked into the branches of the tree – actually, there are a ton of things in the tree! Trial CDs of AOL are hanging from the tree on strings like Christmas ornaments… And then you see it, the pièce de résistance… the Cow Car.
