Hey Mr Sneaky,
Some 10-15 years ago, we had a vacation home in Aspen CO, in a fancy area called “Starwood” (think: John Denver), it was (and still is, I think) the only gated community in Aspen. As you might imagine, we had some rich, and some famous, neighbors. my next-door neighbor (and best friend in town) was Chris Evert (think: tennis lady); the guy who had the house on the other end of my block was Eddie Lampert (think: owns Sears) who also had a house in Greenwich CT a couple of blocks from where I normally lived. But the POINT here is that you better BELIEVE that we had our equivalent of your ‘Politburo’, to which I referred to as the ‘Architecture Police’. And our rules were, frankly, WOW. Technically, we had to get the Police in, even just to approve any pruning of our shrubbery. And YOU BETTER BELIEVE that at least FOUR times each summer, I called in the head of the Architecture Police, to review and approve some of my proposed pruning, etc.
BECAUSE the Head (and Chief Inspector) of the Architecture Police was one Jill Wagner. As in, lived around the corner from us with her hubby, Bob Wagner (think: Movies & TV). You might know her better as Jill St. John. And EVERY visit I could squeeze out of her was WORTH IT.
*grin*
Kevin