The Houses I Looked At

Isaac Franklin’s House. I was trying to get a feel for how it was set up by looking at the roof line.

One interesting thing is that, in spite of its age, it’s not what they call an i-house.

See how the chimneys are? That suggests there’s at least four rooms on each floor.

This is a house in a subdivision across from Franklin’s house. You can see it’s only one room deep.

And then over the years, porches have been enclosed and a back wing has been added n.

Here you get a really good sense of how homes like this can just start to ramble.

And you can seee where a side door has been added.

Another house, another bunch of add-ons over time. I love this one especially because you can see the different chimneys.

Ad this is the Crump house near me.

Rich Hill

I spent the morning looking at old houses, trying to get a feel for how my haunted house should be laid out. Trying to decide which ones I should try to get in.

I came home and the Butcher put on the documentary, Rich Hill. I don’t really know what to say about it. It’s fantastic. It’s as clear a picture you’ll get for why I would never, ever live in a small town, especially not a small midwestern town. It’s so sad. Just a heartbreaking look at a bunch of boys whose lives and parents suck. The only decent parent in the whole movie is the mom in prison and her kid is a fucking mess.

Bah.

Yuck.

My heart is broken. How easy it is to be left behind like that. And why weren’t we? Mostly luck. It’s so easy to get trapped there.