"Horse Lives in House Like a Normal Person," reads a Huffington Post headline. This headline is followed by several pictures of a horse in a house. The story is not bylined, somehow, but I would like whichever intern or spambot or dog owned by Arianna Huffington who wrote it to know: this is a perfect headline for a perfect story. A+++++ would read again.
It was just a white split-level a stone's throw from dorms on Duke University's East Campus, indistinct from the other worn-down frat pads littered throughout Durham. It had an iron-wrought railing that curved into leafy shapes, and behind that was a door with a metal knocker. The shutters were black and the roof was grey. But what set it apart was its address-a street number that conjured up a remembrance of the salacious accusations, the media frenzy and the turbulent bouts of protest. Today 610 N. Buchanan Road-the center of the Duke Lacrosse scandal that erupted in March 2006-was destroyed.
Instead of shelling out on gigantic McMansions, the homebuyers of today are opting for smaller, more manageable spaces and cramming every corner full of expensive crap. I mean, the money still gets spent, don't worry.
Who here thought money could buy you taste? Corcoran's delightful Amagansett offering speaks to the parvenu in us all. But seriously, that's a lot to pay to be the laughing stock of eastern Long Island. At least it's fairly close to the beach? Fun fact: it was on the market two years ago for $10.9 million! The windmill was installed, senselessly, in 2009.