As first discussed here, then here, and here and most recently here... this could be the last chapter in the saga of the neighbor jerk who barrelled his SUV into his living room.

This morning the contractor trucks assembled, and for the last half hour there has been some serious de-bricking going on.

What's weird is that in April, he added bushes all along the side of the house, and had a passel of good ol' boys helping him with the back deck. All while the mangled frontispiece remained sadly dressed in blue tarp.

Do you think he has to keep telling the construction guys his official story that the accident happened because his "leg locked up"?

So here we are, damn near exactly five months later, and there's finally some real work being done. Were I the cynical type - *snort* - I'd suggest that the timing has more to do with the local Homeowners' Association's annual inspection than any kind of innate desire to live in a house that wasn't a pathetic testament to one man's self-destructive lifestyle. I mean, township ordinances to the contrary, he's been living here the entire time.

We were threatened with Association fines because our door frame wasn't painted precisely the same color as the rest of the houses in our block, so I can only imagine the strict levies should one not have a door frame at all.