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Well, since no one else will sally forth and babble, I support hose I
will have to do it myself..........
I was in the unique position back in the Seventies of managing a
hippie boarding house/commune known as the Ghetto.  I acheived this
ignoble status by virtue of the ignorance of a man who'd recently
bought the estate.  I was working for a band named "Menagerie" at the
time and had one of our bumper stickers on my door.  The imbecile who
bought the place thought it said "Manager".  Perhaps he thought I was
French.  I don't know.
At any rate, I soon found myself thrust Steinbeckoningly into the
role of landed gentry.  It was like riding herd in some twisted LSD
experiment gone howlingly astray, as I attempted to keep up with a
gaggle of lunatics the like of which would've made Daumer seem a
shimmering pillar of Sanity in contrast.  It was a time of my life that
I fully intend to chronicle.  It, like the man said, was the best of
times and the worst of times...
It was a two story house with 10 rooms, 2 bathrooms and a kitchen.  It
was a block away from the Auburn campus and two blocks from the center
of town.  There were 5 other boarding houses catering to the weird
whims of those who didn't mind living in a run down section of town
known as The Ditch, and they, like The Ghetto, had their own names of
loving description.
There was, first of all, the Plantation House (so-called due to the
architecture, which featured tall Gothic pillars and individual
balconies (out upon which even a roach would be loth to venture),
behind that Padiddle Manor (where I also lived a couple of times), next
door to the Plantation House was the PhUK House, named in honor (or
more appropriately, in dishonor) of the Greek letters for Phi Upsilon
Kappa which were placed in huge evidence across the front of the roof,
the Ghetto, and then The Ditch (proper) and The Ditch (annex).
If it wasn't quitting time, I'd tell you more.
Perhaps if you're all real good
And finish your peas and carrots
I will tell you about the strange denizens of this forgotten time and
place.
Night All and Excelsior,
                          Felonious