
The "little brown shack outback" has become a much romanticised image, some where between reverence and humor.
I am told that the design of out houses is only limited by the builders imagination.
I can still remember the outhouse at my Grandparents farm, which stands there still flanked by ornamental evergreens and columbines, it is now a tool shed. And later at Scout camp, how the other kids reacted to using those little wooden buildings, made me glad to be a hick from the sticks .
One of my favorite Halloween decorations is a small model of an outhouse complete with a half moon on the door, if you open that door you will see the Grim Reaper seated there reading his copy of the Tombstone Times.
Dimly recollect that time when the Interstate Highway system was being built, it went through where our barn , but apparently it went through some one's
far more important real estate.