Just a block from my apartment, there is a recently abandoned home that is so overgrown with plants and in such a state of neglect, you'd think it's been blighted for decades. This home offered shelter for lost souls only five years ago when the levees failed. Spray-painted letters still blare to anyone who needs to know there's a "hot shower & beds" and "pets okay" and my favorite, "Hotel Isle of Dry." The painter also reports that "Joe's mom is alive & well" and the author is at the "2nd District Station" which is on Magazine Street and Napoleon Avenue.
I only lived in this neighborhood a year before the mess and I didn't know a lot of my neighbors back then. I suppose I could ask my next-door neighbor Raoul, but I kind of like not knowing.
In fact, this is the only abandoned property I've seen that incites in me the desire to renovate. I want to tear down the drooping wooding fence, clean the rusty iron railing and clear out all the vines. I would love nothing more than to fix the broken windows and toss the strange debris that has accumulated in the yard. I want to live here.
Then I will solve its mysteries for myself.