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*damn* disposable cameras!
Hmm... bet you've seen pictures of this before! Yep. Hanson's house, set just off the right side of the road at the sumit of a rather large hill. Jessica and I drove by at about five thirty on Saturday night, right before heading to the Blue's Fest at River Park.
I post this picture becuase it pleases my sense of irony. The white sign at the lower right read, in large, red letters: "private property. No tresspassing." This is no doubt a nod to the recent berage of teenies who have been making such wonderously respectable new outlets like Star Magazine by stealing trash and pinecones. Charming hobby, really. In deference to the requests of the Hanson family the twenty or so teenaged girls who were hanging out at their own version of Mecca stood in a perfectly straight line at the extreme edge of the lawn, all eyes glued on the building.
As we drove up we saw Mrs. Hanson, Zoe in her arms, and Jessie heading towards the house. Zoe, as I'm sure you all won't be surprised to hear, is carrying on the Hanson tradition of being goodlooking with a sweet little smile and curly blonde hair. Jessica was only in our line of sight for an instant as she unlooked the heavy, glass panneled front door and entered the house, but Diana actually was speaking to the teenies. We missed the initial comments, but as we drove by -- at a snails pace, thanks to my frantic pleading -- Diana was telling them that she hoped that they would like the live album. Her voice was not at all what I had expected, instead of being soft and wispy she sounded strong, intellegent, and in control. Who knows why I expected anything else, but it still came as something of a shock. She seemed quite short, perhaps 5'3'' or 5'4'', and for a second I didn't even recognize her because that amazing hair was pulled up. Immediately after she responded to the teenies Mrs. Hanson smiled tightly and turned to enter the house, seemingly less impressed by the stake out.
The house was set into the hill, and seemed far too small for such a large family to inhabit without a relatively high potential fratricide rate. The driveway was on its left side, and as we drove by there were two vans, one white and one blue, parked there along with a smallish-sportyish red car. We could not see the infamous tree house from our vantage point, but a shed was visible in the backyard.
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