"They made me repave half the fucking town," Chester says. "I mean, some of the neighbors were griping that the house was an eyesore, but after we got off on the wrong foot my attitude was, to hell with ’em." Indeed, Chester’s house does resemble nothing so much as a regional trucking hub with a roof made entirely of glass. He waves his arm down a patchily turfed slab of mud that slopes down into Lake Washington. "Obviously the landscaping hasn’t even begun yet. So it looks like a science fair project on erosion."