Over the Christmas holidays, my mother, along with many of my relatives came to Houston to watch the Baylor Bears play football against Illinois in the Texas Bowl.
Unfortunately, even though we showed up for the game, the Bears did not.
I mean, the Bears were on the field, they just didn’t play worth a darn. But, that’s another post.
Before the game even started, though, we had some time to kill. My mom had planned our trip to include a free day for us to play and explore Houston.
So, we decided to visit a Houston landmark, The Beer Can House.
I mean, really…how can you NOT visit The Beer Can House??
I never knew how incomplete my life was until checking out this place.
It truly is a cultural experience.
Or, at least, a memorable one…
Just about every square inch of the house is covered with flattened beer cans, or some beer-related item.
Everywhere you look, the house is covered, from top to bottom, with beer cans, beer can tabs, and beer can lids.
“Some people say this is sculpture but I didn’t go to no expensive school to get these crazy notions.”
This really is a Houston landmark.
No, really. It is. A landmark.
Mr. Milkovisch began his little project in 1968.
And didn’t finish until 1988, twenty years later.
That’s a whole lotta beer cans.
That’s a whole lotta beer.
Apparently, it all started when he covered his front and back yards with river rocks, concrete and marbles because he didn’t want to mow.
Once he had finished the yards, he began adding the beer cans to his house.
It really is a sight to see.
If you are ever in Houston, and you have a good 5-10 minutes to kill, swing by The Beer Can House.
You won’t regret it.
There are even tours on Saturday and Sunday. I’m kinda sad we didn’t get to take a tour.
I may have to go back.
While it’s not really my cup of tea, or bottle of beer, one must give the man credit for his pioneering spirit, resourcefulness, and immense creative talent.
Not many folks could drink that much beer and still see clearly enough to tack the empty cans onto their house, much less in a straight line.
(That reminds me of a time when ThrillCam and I were having a house built in the Austin area. The sales rep from the neighborhood told us, under no uncertain terms, we may not give the building crew beer during the construction of our house, as a way of saying thank you, or to bribe them into doing a better job. If we felt we must give the crew anything, the sales rep told us water was all we could provide.
It seems that a previous couple had taken a large cooler full of beer to their new house on the day the masonry crew showed up. The crew wanted to show their own appreciation by drinking every single beer. Unfortunately, by the next day, every single brick from the previous day had to be removed. Apparently the new owners did not like the new design the masonry crew came up with on their house….
Moral of this story: do not try to entice your building crew with a little liquid lagniappe…it can make for a very crooked house.)
But, back to The Beer Can House.
“I guess I just thought it was a good idea. And it’s easier than painting.”
I like the way you think, Mr. Milkovisch, I like the way you think.
For more information on The Beer Can House, you can visit the Orange Show Center for Visionary Art website.