Timothy, I’m familiar—like the deconstructivist-ish abode that is obligingly falling apart, the Woodside town house, is missing from Herrin-Ferri’s handbook. As you’ll know, the residential stylings of northwestern Queens command attention by inadvertently raising the slipshod to the level of slapstick, daring the passing pedestrian to temporarily abandon the dispositional indifference that is the rightful inheritance of all New Yorkers (i.e., the shoulder shrug).