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Friday, May 7, 2010

Edgebrook Elegy

You never know what's behind a house's front door. It might be grandeur, or ruins, or in the case of this Edgebrook cottage, both.

This mirrored-glass bar with matching clock was the first indication that someone had cared enough to create something special.

Because it matched the mirrored-glass stairway leading to the second floor.

Which opened onto this hallway.

That led to this master suite, with its mid-century bedroom furniture and tattered draperies.

And even though it was cluttered and run-down, a kind of elegance remained.

But it was no match for the room with shag carpeting on its walls.

And clowns.

So many clowns.

But that was just a prelude for the basement bar and its grid motif.

Where this old RCA television sat, waiting for someone to discover its faded beauty.

What once was new will some day be old.

The best you can hope for is that someone will care enough to keep you around.

Long enough for someone else to find you.

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