Where's the building inspector when you need one?
Smoking pot on the verandah of his mansion, gazing at the moss-covered vines and hearing Louis Armstrong tell how it feels to miss New Orleans.
"Miss the moss-covered vines, tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
I'd love to see that old lazy Mississippi
Hurrying into Spring"
I heard/saw the man once with his Allstars - Glasgow in the 50s, I think it was. Magical.