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          | South Of The River 
 
  “Captain! Captain! Off the 
            starboard bow! We have what appears to be an anomaly!” 
 While 
            Kirk always seemed to define an anomaly as just about anything that 
            wasn’t aboard the Enterprise, Webster says thus, “Anomaly – 
            deviation from the regular arrangement, general rule, or usual 
            method.” So if you ain’t doing it the way it is regularly done you 
            must be an anomaly.
 
 And folks, we have an anomaly right here 
            in Ruskin.
 On the south bank of the Little Manatee, in that zone 
            that isn’t in the Ruskin Community Plan, but that for the most part 
            considers itself a tried and true part of the little town that 
            doesn’t really exist, a house is rising from the sand that begs to 
            be known as off the beaten path. An anomaly of the first 
            magnitude.
 
 I first met the designer of this truly unique 
            creation when a recurring boating excursion took me to a dock 
            directly beside empty ground where activity was beginning to take 
            place. I had been by this lot along the river’s south side and near 
            the bay often over the previous few years and finally one could see 
            construction underway. This particular day a young man in torn cut 
            offs and worn, steel toed boots was digging what appeared to be a 
            house’s basic footers. I assumed him to be a day laborer from some 
            temporary work service until we began conversing. It was then I 
            discovered the day laborer was actually the architect.
 The 
            architect!
 
 With dirty hands!
 Over the next few months I 
            watched in amazement as this young innovator, Mike Calvino turned 
            out to be his name, dug the footers, poured the footers, laid the 
            concrete block, roughed in the plumbing and electric, and then built 
            the metal trusses from scratch to support this ever expanding and 
            miraculous maze!
 
 And the project itself? Breathtaking in its 
            imagination. Half way through the construction of this living, 
            breathing body by the bay I took my daughter to the site. To see 
            this amazing design, but also to meet the force behind it. Mike is 
            an accessible genius, ready to show off his precocious offspring. He 
            gladly took my daughter on the ten minute tour, explaining to her 
            how the monstrous wood beams that supported the three story 
            structure would be fabricated on site, and wrangled into place. 
            With, of course, Mike creating and wrangling it all 
            himself.
 
 When we left the house, staring back at its looming 
            steel skeleton stretching high over the neighborhood, my daughter 
            summed up her experience by noting a book she was reading for her 
            high school philosophy class.
 
 “That,” she said matter of 
            factly, “Is Howard Roark.”
 Howard Roark was the architectural 
            genius in Ayn Rand’s “The Fountainhead”, and as I have mentioned 
            before, a big favorite of my daughter. Still, I found it strange she 
            thought it no big deal to find Roark in Ruskin.
 
 So that 
            brings us back to this anomaly point. Is this “deviation from the 
            regular arrangement” related to the fact Ayn Rand probably never 
            envisioned South Hillsborough as the setting for her philosophical 
            conflicts? Possibly. Partly. But the true anomaly, at least in my 
            mind, and for all of us, goes back to this past year’s struggle for 
            the future of this region, wrapped up in the soon to be finished 
            community plans. Those who argued 4,000 square foot lots were 
            essential continually returned to one telling point. “This area can 
            not support higher end development. There is no market for homes 
            filling large lots, and no profit in these ventures.”
 
 My 
            reply is, take a drive down Gulf City Road. Turn off onto Canal 
            Street and follow it to a sign marking 1012. Look right, look up, 
            and then, when you’re over your sense of wonder, tell me this market 
            doesn’t exist.
 
 Potential buyers as well.
 As Captain Kirk 
            continually discovered, anomalies, like the Borg, are 
            everywhere.
 
 Final note. Mike’s work, including the “Ruskin 
            House”, can be found on line at 
            www.calvinodesign.com.
 wade@gate.net
 
 
 
   © Copyright 2004 by The Observer 
            News Publications and M&M Printing Company, Inc.
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