“Hopefully there’s someone out there who’s interested and can see it through,” Fisher says. He sporadically hears from relatives of Smith’s about the property, “and not in a good way—they’re mad at me because it’s deteriorating and it’s their memory of (Smith), but I can’t afford to do anything with it. It’s for sale, and, you know, if you don’t want it to deteriorate, then buy it!”
And he hopes it happens. Seeing the thing come down would be like Smith dying all over again. Until he does Fisher will be here doing what little he can to try to stop his old friend’s dream, and his igloo, from falling apart.