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.
Based on my extensive knowledge of New Jersey's economy, it's clearly a mafia don.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like it could be Chez Mike Tyson but it would depend in what part of Jersey we're talking
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