when i wait for the number 11 bus in the morning, i pass by this ostensibly abandoned, and for the area, seemingly out-of-place house. how the lot hasn't been gobbled up by developers eager to build a set of narrow townhomes is beyond me.
the lawn is often overgrown but i think some of the neighbors ban together and mow it to tone down the "eyesore." the curious thing about the property, however, is the ring of stones in the front lawn. many a morning i ponder about those...their purpose, their mystery.
(in other neighborhood news, despite a few weeks, snow, rain and wind...the doll is still there.)