Old outhouses never die ~ November 26, 1992
David Heiller I ’ve been sitting on an outhouse column, so to speak, for several months. That’s because I had seen a want ad in a local paper back then that read: FOR SALE: Outhouse $150.00. I figured that anyone who is selling his outhouse must have a story to tell the Askov American. First some background: We have an outhouse at our place. I guess it’s MY outhouse, since I’m the only one who uses it. Cindy hasn’t used it much since last summer, when a garter snake dropped on her. Occasionally Mollie will hitch a ride on my back and join me there. It’s a two-holer. But she does this less out of physical need than curiosity or if she has something urgent that she needs to talk about. Things like how her best friend doesn’t like her anymore, or whether she can watch TGIF on Friday. It was never a pretty outhouse, but the door faced our field and the view was glorious. (It was extremely rare that anyone ever shut the outhouse door.) Mostly the outhouse is my domain...