One man's shitbox is another man's castle.
Thanks for reminding me of this story, Gene. You're great.
In 1996 we bought a cool place on the beach in Gonzales Bay. First new place built on the south shore in years, at the time. Neighbours to one side never got over the disruption, but were never very nice anyhow.
By 2012, and many intense and surprisingly not relaxing years on old Gonzo, we were moving on. Fairfield had changed and not for the better.
To make a long story short, one guy involved in acquiring the property was a serious commercial property owner in downtown Calgary. He inherited the business from pops. At one point, we received a copy of an email where he described our property, which he clearly valued highly (as he should have), as a "shitbox".
We found that opinion inaccurate, and hilarious.
Be that as it may, in subsequent years the commercial real estate market in Calgary has be righteously clobbered by karmic justice, emanating mainly from it's dirty boots on the carpet of our planet.
The canyons of Calgary's downtown core are the hollow shell of a once proud community. It is in real trouble.
Well meaning civic leaders have even tried to house the homeless in the tumbleweed festooned wasteland of towers. That is not getting much traction either. The developer guy boasts of his time in San Diego.
For you to raise the term "shitbox" in relation to the young canyons forming in our own fair Victoria, was truly inspired my friend Gene. Visionary, if blurry.
I am certain the homeless would love our shitbox on the beach.
Keep going, Gene.