

Tea will be served from elegant china found in a dumpster.



Random strangers will take over the small kitchen, stirring pots of homemade soup.

And Mabel will play John Cage's "Suite for a Toy Piano" to heartfelt applause.

By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses.
I'm a lot less nomadic these days.
These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home.
3 comments:
oh man, that looks like a ton of fun! Can I meet Dennis when I never come to Chicago this summer?
Wow! I need to get invited to one of Dennis' parties some day...and try to throw an inspired one of my own some day.
Dennis is a true renaissance man. And yes, we'll find an excuse to pay a visit to his amazing house (full of salvaged materials, repurposed into things that can stop the heart) next time you're in town. You'd be card-carrying members of the fan club, I guarantee.
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