No, this is not the story of Disney Studios in the year 2000. This is the story of a strange place my mother visited as a child during the Great Depression of the 1930's.
In Vineland, New Jersey, a stone's throw from where my mother grew up, there was an eccentric genius named George Daynor who purchased a junk yard, then proceeded to build a house out of the junk. The result was a whimsical compound he called "The Palace of Depression". It must have been art, because the neighbors hated it. Apparently they preferred a yard of random junk to its organized arrangement.
