On Eighth Street between Virginia and Delaware is an elegant and simple ode to kitsch.
Nothing says kitsch like a begging raccoon.
From the house of Joe Slusky and Katie Hawkinson next door, you can look down into the Ortiz family yard looking west.
In November I began interviewing Joe Slusky and Kate Hawkinson for future blogs. They live next to the Ortiz family and its ode to kitsch. From Joe and Kate’s we got this shot of the yard from the southeast.
What then, in the words of Dion Francis DiMucci (better known mononymously as Dion) is the moral of the story from a guy who knows?
The moral of the story is that quirk knows no bounds. Education, income, artistic training – none of these control quirk. Here in the flats, home to Berkeley’s rapidly vanishing economic diversity, is old-school quirk. I love it all.
I had to send the draft post via internet to my friend. He is currently in Viola, Wisconsin, picking up a General Electric eye-level wall refrigerate. He called me after looking at the post.
“Cool post. I’m going to Dickeyville, it’s only an hour north of here.
“There is a church/shrine/grotto to die for. Gotta go see it. I’m leaving in an hour.”
I asked that before he dashed off he give me a fuller impression of the Ortiz family quirk.