It is a sore thumb. A little stone chalet with a Swiss-ish turret clock behind a curved stone wall.
It has always struck me as an authentic place leftover from a different time.
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It is on a busy road and is a block away from a major highway.
It just always felt like an authentic leftover to me though.
So, I looked it up.
100 years ago, it was the gatehouse for a sprawling estate incomprehensibly vast by today’s standards.
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A mile or more up that dirt road was *one of the homes* of the oil baron, Louis Hyde.
It was a solid drive from that little gatehouse to a mountainside mansion.
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It was a sprawling estate. Beyond the mansion were several other homes for Hyde descendants.
The grounds covered somewhere north of 5,000 acres (30 miles from New York City).
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The footprint that once held only one single wealthy family’s second and third houses is now home to over 1,000 homes housing 30,000 people and 500 businesses employing 10,000.
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Every single time I drive past that house I first thing of the “robber barons” of the late 1800s and early 1900s who were able to amass inconceivable wealth by virtue of unregulated businesses and zero personal income taxes.
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And then I flash to today and think of how we have come full circle back to that kind of disparity.
Capitalism breaks. It is fundamentally unfair and that imbalance worsens as it runs. It is an accelerometer, a centrifuge.
Wealth is bled from poor to the rich.
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And than capitalism is either reined in or fails.
It is either checked hard by regulation or violence. Regulation or revolution.
It feels to me like we are past the red line. Too much concentrated among too few.
And no apparent willingness to regulate.
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Anyway, this little stone house is awesome.
It is amazingly quaint. It’s a tiny little 3 bedroom. 100 years old.
I can relate to this little house.
There is something to be said for the “just big enough house” but that’s a discussion for another day.
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*1,000 homes, 3,000 people. Not 30,000.
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My son and I do a thing where we scout “Best of…” food lists for new places, pick one, and make an outing of it. Barbecue, Latino food, ice cream shops, breakfast places.
Nothing fancy. Just good places that are new to us that we can make an outing of…
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These outings feel like little trips. Mini-adventures.
This morning, we did a breakfast run. Half-hour drive. Half-hour wait.
Sweet. Fancy. Moses.
Worth it. Delicious.
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Glazed pork belly bites on a stick.
Nacho omelette cups.
Pork roll, egg, and cheese egg rolls with cranberry ketchup.
Sitting with my son at an empty restaurant counter, the two of us drifting in and out of conversation as we tend to do.
An older woman walks up to me and says “Excuse me. Is this your son? I just wanted to say, you seem very comfortable with each other. It’s nice to see.”
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Let me tell you, that is among the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
It is one thing to feel like you have a close, comfortable relationship with your child. It is another to have someone else tell you they can tell.
It was so out of the blue. And it made my day.
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And this wasn’t today. It was months ago.
I still think of it often.
I think it was that she saw us in the most regular of moments. We were there eating a casual bite, drifting in and out of being present, talking and then not, quiet and then talking some more.
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I can't even begin to tell you how many times some self-absorbed asshole has gone off on me like this while having no idea that my problems absolutely dwarfed their little drama they mistook for a crisis.
I hate people who do this.
For real, no joke, when my entire life was burning down, some person would just go off and then be like “I’m sorry. I’m just dealing with a lot right now.”
and it was never close to “a lot”.
It was always only *one* of the checkboxes on my list.
Always wanted to say:
“Ya ain’t the first to get divorced. Ya ain’t the first to have someone die. Ya ain’t the first to have crushing debt or lose your house or job. Ya ain’t even the first to have all of them at once. Your shit ain’t new, different or bigger.”
I have learned a lot about people and social dynamics from my experiences on Twitter.
One of the little insights: There are people on here who think reading someone’s tweets is like knowing them really well in real-life.
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That population on here tends to dramatically over-read and over-value minor things - both good and bad - as if they are hugely telling about a person…
and those people often change their whole opinion about someone based on those incidental little things.
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The irony is that the people in that group seem to think of themselves as really discriminating judges of character - as if they are far better at judging others than most - when, in fact, they tend to be much worse.