In his novel, American Gods, Neil Gaiman imagines that the bizarre roadside spectacle called The House on the Rock is actually the most important place in a America, a kind of temple, as well as a portal to another dimension. I always knew there was something strange about it, but I thought its peculiarity lay elsewhere. That’s the topic of a piece I just did for Madison Magazine about the “one of the world’s strangest tourist attractions.” Really, you have to see it for yourself to believe it.
I’m so jealous. I’ve been pitching that story for ten years and have never gotten even a nibble. I think it’s because you really do have to see it to believe it.