Since I don't have enough to worry about, I worry about silly things.
Like, I worry about The Leaning House.
"The Leaning House," yes, that's its name. At one point I was describing it to a colleague who'd gone to school here long before. He said, "Oh, yeah, I've done a lot of partying in The Leaning House."
You can also find it via a Google search. According to one source it leans 12.5 degrees (is that all!?). According to another source, it's been leaning like this for at least 25 years, and "many later famous UNT artists and musicians have spent early days here. An underground stream runs underneath it to feed a lake that is now Willis Library."
A lake that is now the library?!
And apparently there was at one time a record label called The Leaning House label. My neighbor played on some of their recordings.
So, cute, quaint, funky...all the things that are (or used to be) hallmarks of this college town...but doesn't this look like a disaster waiting to happen? I imagine that one night I'll wake up to a terrible noise and that will be the end of The Leaning House. It's for sale now (ha!) but people were still living there pretty recently. I hate to think of the mashed people inside...
updates as they occur...back to your regularly scheduled fretting...