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And What a Cabin It Was

The "bachelor's pad extraordinaire" was indeed an exceptional place to live while single (Street Talk, March 19). It deserves nothing less than to be preserved forever as a monument to the abilities of young men: to celebrate life and their heterosexual creativity, survive winters when water in the bathroom toilets would freeze, maneuver sports cars up a long driveway better navigated by a mule, convince themselves they really could jump from the point on the cliff to the river and host the best bachelor party there ever was.

Thank you, Briscoe Guy, for allowing four guys, who probably should not have survived the experience, to share the pleasure of "Point d'Esprit" in the late '70s. It didn't matter to us that you could see through the walls where the mortar between logs was missing, or that the kitchen stove only worked when it wanted to, or that in order to turn on the valve that fed the pool, you had to negotiate with the copperheads that lived in the valve housing, or that the furnace that John Guy must have installed when he built the place in 1910 burned oil like paper and made noises that sounded like the soul of the house was dying.

To us and our friends and dates, it was a grand resort. To think that it could possibly be lost is unsettling, to say the least. To think of 45 homes crowded onto those 28 acres is a travesty against nature and against the memories of all those sybaritic young men who lived there.

The plans of a former tenant, and competitor of Mr. Putney were much more acceptable to almost everyone involved: If it must be developed, put far fewer, but more classic and elegant, houses on the land. Here's hoping that the spirit that experienced all the memories of Point d'Esprit finds a way to keep its soul alive.

Mac Holt


Style should have credited local scenic designer Ron Keller and lighting designer Steve Koehler for their work on "The Laramie Project" set which appeared on the cover of Style's March 19 issue.

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