This is a house on Ustick Road that I've always found to be charming in an architectural sense - and inside used to be charming, too - an antiques store. But as Ustick has been changed into a multi-lane commuter route, the house has been changed, too. It was sold to a man who runs halfway-type houses for men who have addiction problems of all types. The white picket fence has toppled over, the gazebos on the property have been trashed, the once-beautiful yard has grown wild, and there are junked-out cars and men in tattered clothes always in front. I know these types of houses have social goals that are admired, but I'm not an admirer of that goal in this location. I hope that when the housing market recovers, the owner will want to cash in and sell - and maybe someone with more money than me will come to the house's rescue. It could be a cute bed and breakfast. Or a gathering house - one rented for events and weddings.