There was this guy named Danny who lived in a bright green house on Delridge. An artist at heart, his odd ways and scattered conversations consisted of tidbits of the past and many dismissed him as crazy. He grew up in the classic brown house next door to his tiny green home.
Since Danny is gone, his home and the cute brown one next door will be torn down and turned into a Townhouse complex like the one my family moved into 8 years ago this winter. These two houses are already sandwiched between Townhouse complexes and an apartment building. The green one in particular reminds me of the classic children’s book, The Little House. Though not nearly as charming, it’s resident, Danny reminds me of the story. He had lived here his whole life. Despite being what some call crazy, he was a living history book. I’m not quite sure about his mental state, but I know he fought to live in the green house and remain independent.
He always seemed full of energy and never passed up a chance to talk to a neighbor. The last time I talked to him, he asked me who owned the new red, sported up VW parked on the street. He admired it like a teenager.
There will only be 2 single family houses left on Danny’s block next year.