A few weeks back, I got invited to Paula’s Pothole Party. The first venue was at the corner of E. 34th and Elyria Avenue. While we waited for everything to get set up, one of Chuck’s right-hand men (sorry, I don’t know his name, Tony?) and I were looking around, wandering around E. 34th, when he stopped, and looked in through some trees on this wooded lot.
Innocent enough, right? Well, imagine my surprise when a voice came out of those trees and overgrowth and said, “I’m reading the newspaper.” I spun around and looked at (I’m going to call him Tony from now on) Tony as if to say, ‘WTF?!’ Tony wasn’t looking at me, he was answering the voice, ‘Sorry.’ It was all done in the tone as if someone had just opened the bathroom door on someone who forgot to lock it.
Come to find out, deep within the reaches of those trees and overgrowth, is a house.
Near as I can tell, the house hidden in the trees above is the house below.
Notice the tell-tale peaked roof and the small chimney. Six years is what it took for that to be overgrown, as the auditor’s photo is dated April 25, 2002. Donald and Tammy Scarbro of 415 E. 34th St.
Needless to say, before the pothole presentation started, a phone call was placed to the Building Department. I will keep all apprised of the situation.