1321 Bates Ave.

Now, this one I take personally.

My boy went to Thomas Starr King Middle School. Thus there was no lack of time spent on Bates Avenue, picking him up, parking for a school play, etc.

I always admired this little house. So calm and wooded, it was like the Shire.

I suspect I’m not the only one who would enjoy this sylvan property, with its arboreal setting and multiple structures. I could live with my family in the front house, and then go putter in the shed; my wife could run her business from the back house, while my boy turned the other shed into his man-cave. We’d barbeque and put on plays in the yard and then I’d rake up the pine needles while wearing a cardigan. I know that the average idea of heaven is, I dunno, having a million followers watch you snorting ket with Luh Tylyer, but I’m gonna go rake pine needles. Call me old fashioned. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Anyway, if you’re on this site, then you know where this is going. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

One day, this happened—

Beside clear-cutting the bosky property, I’m especially amused that they destroyed one of these amazing street trees, because it was too close to their precious precious driveway, which somehow wasn’t a problem with the old driveway

Ah yes, much improved. I’m certainly glad, knowing Scott Wiener sleeps better, our having been saved from the evils of the home and hearth.

*Most of the images on this post I stole from *here