The backstory: On Tuesday, JT and I set off to check out one more venue for the Prom (don't ask). As we headed up the hill and through the lovely winter woods, in a particularly posh part of New Jersey, the houses got larger and larger. Suddenly we came up on the house pictured below (photo by JT). The house is enormous - can't see the other side for the curve of the earth enormous - and comes complete with its own gated entry and a brand-new fancy brick wall to keep the riff-raff out.
Mama: Good Lord. That's a big house.
JT: That's not just a house Mama. It's an empire.
We spent the rest of the afternoon engaged in idle speculation about who would live in such a house. For his part, JT feels a staff would be necessary, lest he get lost hiking to the kitchen in search of a snack. As for myself, I'm wary of the number of toilets that must be cleaned. Word is that empires don't clean themselves.
2 comments:
Based on my extensive knowledge of New Jersey's economy, it's clearly a mafia don.
It looks like it could be Chez Mike Tyson but it would depend in what part of Jersey we're talking
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