So apparently it’s a greenhouse and not a bomb shelter. A boy can dream, though.

It’s probably a good thing that I don’t have as much land as Cliff McIlvaine does. I was thinking on the way home from work that I’d have a railroad caboose and a pirate ship to go along with my underground bunker.

There’d be secret underground passageways connecting them all. And at the end of the last tunnel there’d be and extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key.

And then I’d have a taxi cab waiting outside the hotel with my very own cheese pizza. And then while eating said cheese pizza and enjoy a cab ride through New York, I’d perfect my Russian accent. Because I’ve been watching too much GLOW on Netflix.

“Russian cat only drink vodka distilled from wells outside Moscow.”

My Russian accent always ends up sounding like a bad Schwarzenegger impression. 😄 😢

I bet it’s not really a greenhouse. I bet it’s a SECRET BOMB SHELTER.

It’s hard to tell even from the street as he’s a row of that run the length of Prairie St. and half the 7th St block.

I’ve heard rumors that he’ll do a tour or two if you ask nicely. It’s on my list for 2018.