I had an acquaintance once that grew up as a bit of a red neck on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. He did go to college and became an executive with a major international corporation. Oddly, even with his education and the fact that he spent years with the cultured upper crust his redneck heritage constantly shone through.
We were once in a car together. We drove by this Dutch Colonial home that had a large divided light, floor to ceiling bay window with probably a hundred panes of glass in it. The photo above is the closest I could find and it does not do the window in this house justice. It was spectacular.
Now most people would think how beautiful it would be to be inside that beautiful house looking through that semi circle wall of glass. They would think how esthetically pleasing the relationship was between window and the house and the garden.
George was not like most people. As we drive by this place he says, “Damn, I’ve always wanted to throw someone through that window, and I think of this every time I drive by it.”