Intermission

Tucked in among all the historic Craftsman homes (and not far from Ernest Batchelder's first house) is a pristine mid-century modern structure made of sharp concrete angles and huge sheets of glass. In the daylight, you might not notice the home blending with carefree nonchalance into the surrounding landscape. But at night, it looks like a brightly lit proscenium facing the dark street. I always steal a long look when I drive by, hoping to see someone sit down at that grand piano. I go back and forth about what music I think would be played there. (How about this?)