On this morning’s walk I took the south loop, passing the Champion Hoarder House. There are other half-baked or temporary hoarders. This one has been packed for as long as I’ve been looking, at least 20 years. He seems to have good taste in cars. For a long time a ’65 Lincoln was parked in front of the house, packed to the roof. More recently a Volvo was parked and packed.
I’ve been wondering how he gets in and out of the house, since the front door is behind a stack. I’ve also wondered how people turn into enthusiastic hoarders. It must take more energy than being generally messy.
Today I noticed him coming around the side of the house from the back. So the back door must be usable. He was carrying a bucket. Was he going to clean the porch? No, he took something out of the bucket and placed it on the porch with great care, like a museum curator arranging an exhibit.
Polistra's Mill 