Whittling Away: Housing


By Dick Brooks

For Capital Region Independent Media

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I was thinking the other day, which in my case is an activity that usually involves getting myself into some kind of trouble.

I’ve been watching the growth that is occurring in our area with amazement. Houses are springing up like mushrooms. Every time I drive around some of my favorite country roads, there’s a new house where none stood before.

House building used to be a leisurely activity — you had time to enjoy it. First the hole appeared, then the cellar walls were poured. That involved big cement trucks. I’ve always enjoyed big cement trucks. Gradually, the frame grew, 2x4s sprouting every which way, the roof and walls slowly appeared and in a couple of months a finished dwelling stood where the hole had once been. You had something to look forward to each time you passed.

Modular homes changed that. They’re built somewhere else and trucked in. You pass by the lot one day and they’re cutting trees to clear the land; you drive by the next day and they’re sitting on the deck watering the lawn. Just doesn’t seem natural somehow. 

They are getting more attractive than they used to be and seem to be well built so I came up with this idea, which will revolutionize the industry and make me the millionaire I deserve to be.

Remember, you heard it here first. 

Why don’t they sell just rooms. You could pick the rooms you wanted, they could screw them together any way you wanted them, throw on a roof and you’re done. They could have a nice catalogue of all the different kinds of rooms they offered and have them in stock.

Getting tired of your old living room? Have it unscrewed and add on a bigger, better one. You finally married off your 42-year-old son? Detach his room and send it with him. Mother-in-law wants to move in? Check eBay and see if you can get a bargain. The kids have finally left? Get rid of their rooms and downsize the house instead of moving to a smaller place. Legs starting to go? Unbolt the rooms on the second floor and add them onto the first floor — presto, a house with no stairs. 

The possibilities are unlimited! Remember, they laughed at Clark Kent when he said he could fly.

Thought for the week — “All my life, I wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific.” — Jane Wagner

Until next week, may you and yours be happy and well.

Reach columnist Dick Brooks at whittle12124@yahoo.com.

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