One would think that someone who could afford a house like this
could also afford a lawn service...
I wonder if anyone is home.
And as Whatshisname used to say on the radio -- "Now for the rest of the story." (What was his name? I'm sure it will come to me in the middle of the night.)
I was going to save this for "Broken" which starts with "B" on Friday...
BUTLER: "Broken starts with B on the other days of the week too, you know."
Yeah yeah, grammer grammer. B is Friday's shootout theme. And Barefoot Landing (which also starts with B)...
BUTLER: "And L."
...was where we stayed in Myrtle Beach for our vacation. From Route 17 it is a beautiful looking resort with shops and condos and pools...and several sub-divisions of beautiful large houses, but as we explored around the place where we stayed, we discovered a strange periphery. There were acres of grown-over land with hundreds of numbered stakes marking plots for development.
Clearly the original developers of Barefoot Landing had imaginations bigger than their pocketbooks and ran out of money at a certain point. The house above and a few others like it on the edge of bankrupt geography became worthless.
And, like Atlantis, the end appeared to have come pretty suddenly.
I can imagine the day when the operator of this crane simply took his lunchpail and walked away.
