I often walk past this house in Echo Park, and I am so accustomed to its unusual -- and somewhat time-weathered -- decor that I barely hear its hushed whispers of "Plumbean! Plumbean" as I walk past with my dog on our way to or from Elysian Park. But one quiet day I heard it calling, and out came the camera phone. Here is sub-type #317. Filed under time-tested/classic/Memphis.