A saxophonist who enjoys the finer things in life: trivia fun forum, saxophone playing, trombone stroking, denture-soaking, prune juice drinking, chatting up trannies, streaking on farms, watching Shooting Stars, giving protocological exams to young men named Gary and Michael, dispensing toilet paper in pristine butler fashion to a certain tff moderator when in urgent need after an immediate meal of beans on toast and lots of cabbage, and taking long walks on a Florida beach in June (after a hardy game of trivia with fellow tff mates inside the air conditioned hotel, of course).
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.