Okay, so people didn't like the idea in the previous post. That's fine. I'm just interested in the problem of how to raise the stature of top-level inkjet printing to where I feel it deserves to be. The technology—and the results—have gotten very very good. I should mention, however, that "IHD print" will be on the year-end TOP trivia quiz.
Although the thought did occur to me, driving home from the store at twilight, that maybe we should do the opposite, and revel in the downmarket, populist, working class associations of inkjets. It's the peoples' medium; common and despised; and power to the people.
Above is one of our local haunted houses, the Wirtwerth mansion. The bit on the left is not original; that was the location of the sunroom, where town merchant Angus Wirtwerth caused his own death by means unknown in 1892, after which old Mrs. Wirtwerth went mad, it is said. The sunroom was lost to fire, and the current addition is crude and not in keeping with the architecture of the house. Mrs. W. lived all the way until 1924, tormented by students from the nearby Central High School (now Central Middle School). Halloweens were said to be hard on old Mrs. Wirtwerth. Allegedly she threatened any children brave enough to come to her door.
Then in the late 1950s and 1960s, by then considerably run down, it was first a rental boardinghouse and then a halfway house for sex offenders from Milwaukee County. It was abandoned in 1972.
At some point, the story began to circulate that the ghost of Mrs. Wirtwerth could occasionally be seen in the upper right of the two pairs of windows.
Then, in 1978, a 13-year-old boy named Russell Branconier disappeared from town without a trace, and his disappearance was troublingly tied up with the old house. The evening he went missing, he and two friends had secretly made plans to break in to the Wirtwerth mansion, at midnight—on the night of a full moon no less—to confront the ghost head on, if she were indeed to be found there. Once on the scene, as the clock ticked toward midnight, with the looming clouds scudding across the moon and eclipsing its light, the two friends both held back, and finally chickened out and went home. Neither, however, believed their friend Russ would carry out his plans alone—that was according to their later interviews with police.
There are many opinions about the fate of Russell Branconier. Some consider it obvious that his demise was caused by the ghost of Mrs. Wirtwerth, with a minority opinion holding that it might have been Mr. Wirtwerth's ghost; others say Russell was killed by a sex offender who had taken to sheltering in the abandoned house, nights—although no evidence pointing in that direction was found. And some say Russell planned the stunt to create confusion to mask his plan to run away from home.
There are also divergent opinions as to the identity of the ghost that appears in the window. A few hold it is Angus; many feel that it is Russell Branconier, eternally 13 years old and trapped inside; but most people think it is the malevolent widow, still angry at being mistreated by the town's teenagers, peering out at the street, pining for someone to dare to enter the house again—at night, when the moon is full.
The now decrepit house is almost lost between two very ugly 1970s-era office buildings, and is half hidden by the large tree on the left. Many people who live in town, and even some who drive by it every day, hardly know it is there.
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DavidB: "Is it cheap? Could be TOP's New headquarters. Looks big and think of the stories you could tell—you might even be able to charge admission!"
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