It's said, our home is our castle. For one man his home is a little less than a castle and a little more like , well, you just may not believe it. Bob Stackle, is a little off the beaten path out along County Road 12.
"Come on in take the tour", In a place where your next door neighbor could be at least a mile away, Bob Stackle figured out a way to bring the neighbors, friends even strangers, to him. He's made his home in a place you almost have to see to believe. A grain bin. You've seen them along country roads. Massive round metal buildings used to house corn or wheat. Well now they house Bob and his partner in crime, his dog Dixie."I just saw potential for a house, actually. It was already framed up, under a roof and just needed the inside put in." he says as he reclines in the upstairs den area. That inside took about a year and a half and includes something you don't see everyday, a 1950 Buick as a wall hanging. "I just thought it would be neat to hang that there." The house is actually two grain bins, connected by a small breezeway and littered with the things special to Bob. "This is the first carpenter type job that I've done." How do you think you did? "I think I did fine." Bob himself is pretty special. He has a disease similar to multiple sclerosis called ataxia. For him, walking takes extraordinary effort but he didn't think twice about taking on a project like this.
Oh, did we mention what he calls the place. "Two cans." Why is that? "It's two cans." Bob Stackle's house is a monument to his life, his loves and his spirit. "You put your mind to something there's not a whole lot you can't do really."