Got the low down on my new neighborhood from an old pal who lives at the end of the road just below our canyon. WHAT A PEYTON PLACE!!! There’s forty two mailboxes at the end of the road where the dirt hits the pavement. I just noticed that most have bullet holes in them. I also noticed ours has been blown apart from a shot gun blast from about two inches away. A car slows, then stops. An old man says, “Noticed your truck with the PHONEHENGE on the side. Your that guy with the tree house!” I smile and say that I am that guy. He then says, “What the f…k you what a damn tree house for!” I say nothing. He then says, “You live in that Navahos house now I hear!” I nod my head. He puts it in gear and says, “Good luck up there tree man, that place is haunted!” As he leaves, another car is coming down our dirt road…it slows…