1. The house I grew up in is not of the typical cookie-cutter design that mostly permeates Mentor, Ohio. It was built in the early part of the 20th century by a somewhat amateur architect with a penchant for international flair. As far as I know, he made four houses in all.
Diagonally across our little boulevard, a beautiful Tudor sticks out like an incredibly healthy thumb. Directly across from the Tudor and adjacent to my father’s home is a Mexican style stucco that quite delightfully confuses our sensibilities. Going the other direction sits a somewhat boring colonial style home of no particular note.