Intrepid Regional Operations Manager Luke Anderson came across an impressive man cave while out in the field the other day. “I was sent here to make some minor repairs, and I came across this “Man Cave” in a large shed on the property,” he said. Luke only took photographs to document the repairs he made, so I have no shots of the interior of the man cave. I do, however, have his description:
The place was decked out. Inside the man cave they had heat and it was plumbed for hot and cold water, presumably for a not-yet created bar and a urinal. It was also completely sheet rocked and trimmed out. Within the confines of the cave, there was a lonely pool table and an air hockey set, along with a sad-looking stereo. It looked like a great place for guys to gather and stay out of the house. In fact, it reminded me of an older country song by David Frizell, “I’m Going to Hire a Wino to Decorate Our Home.”
I can imagine what it looks like, or at least what the grand scheme might have looked in the head of the long-gone former homeowner. It’s another dream squashed by the foreclosure crisis, another failed scheme. Wherever this guy is now, I hope he at least has a little workbench in his basement, with a space heater, maybe a stash of special magazines, and a flask of whiskey at hand, just in case the domestic life that lurks on the other side of the stairwell becomes too suffocating.