Bow bow … chicka chicka. Cameron Frye’s dad must have really hit the skids. The house in which Ferris Bueller’s filmic sidekick dwelled is on the trading block for a cool $1.65 million. We’re assuming that little Ferrari mess at the bottom of the ravine has been cleaned up by now.
We’ll always remember it as the place where Matthew Broderick and Alan Ruck forever fused metaphysical ponderings with school truancy in our collective unconscious. But technically, the place is a “cantilevered steel-and-glass property” that “offers 5,300 square feet of living space and floor-to-ceiling windows throughout.”
Really? Does a place like this need a long, windy MLS description penned by some ne’er-do-well Realtor in a clip-on tie? Bueller put it best: “The place is like a museum. It’s very beautiful and very cold, and you’re not allowed to touch anything.”
