In 2007, Liz and I broke into George E. Rehberger's house. Here are some notes that I took:

+ front door says 'cunt' in neon orange spray paint, surrounding large inverted pentagram of same color
+ other graffiti includes marriage proposals, declarations of love
+ other structures include two room outhouse & stone foundation of what was maybe a carriage house
+ occupied at least until mid 1930s, I think
+ home to hundreds and hundreds of copies of The Mind by George E. Rehberger, still in boxes from publisher
+ across the street from church where Boy Scouts sell strawberries in summer
+ backyard is large field of wildflowers & old trees surrounding perimeter
+ innards of home cluttered with beer cans, newspapers (70s through present), candles, and other remnants of teenage drinking
+ totally vultures on chimney, two of them