As a kid I always wondered about number 345. Oddly enough, it sat between 337 and 351, as if an entire block was missing. But that was just the start.
Old number 345 was a typical Mediterranean Revival with bold turquoise shutters, a tile roof and adobe walls. My sister Karen joked that Malibu Barbie lived there.
It was a bit out of place in northern Minnesota.
The flowering plants were great, particularly when it was 20 below zero.
I thought perhaps when the owners moved house, they did it literally.
Of course the truth is far stranger than that.
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