welcome to cell block maison
I’ve alluded to the gate on the front of the door. It was installed for reasons I’ve never been sure of–the neighborhood never warranted it. In addition to restricting light and making a lot of noise whenever someone came or went, it really set a non-mad tone for all who approached our door: “go away.” Not to mention that we felt like we were incarcerated.
It took us about 2.5 seconds to decide that it needed to come off. Of course, they call it a security gate for a reason. You can’t remove a gate like this with a screwdriver. Who did we call? The brother-man. Mi hermano is comfortable using all kinds of tools, including scary metal-cutting tools that generate crazy sparks. But with the right tool, it took him only about an hour to get the gate off.
the best door ever
Of course, much like Sean Connery in “The Rock” he had to wear some strange head gear and time his way under the flames just so. Needless to say, we were impressed. And while there’s still much to do (including painting the exterior of the house), getting that gate off has lightened the mood here at mad maison. We’re not sure if we’ll end up replacing the door, but right now we think it is the best door, ever.
our liberator. . . didn't anyone tell him he was already inducted into the mad hall of fame?