There's always that one house. Every day there is a different brand new car or SUV in the driveway, wedged in behind the huge boat, which has never left the drive the entire time we've lived here. Plopped directly in the front yard is what appears to be a trailer for transporting automobiles or race cars. What you don't see in the above photo is the other side of the street where a brand new Mecerdes sits, beside yet another one.
You never see anyone go in or come out of the house and the porch light stays on twenty four seven. Every once in a while there will be someone in the driveway working on an ATV or motorcycle or even the huge boat.
It drives me nuts (short drive) but can't stand all the clutter. I call it the "Rico House."
Then on the other side of us a couple of doors down, is a house where I've never seen a living soul.
Talk about a horticulturist! You can't even see the house for all the plants and flowers.
Then across the street from us, we have our self appointed neighborhood watch peep.