I've always said that if I ever came into the ultimate in "Fuck You Money", I'd buy a lot somewhere in mid-town on Lexington Avenue, tear down whatever was standing there, and build a little ranch house with a lawn, a white picket fence and a circular driveway out front. I mean, Jeez -- can you think of many things that would scream louder, "I don't care what this property is worth!"
Well, granted, Manhattan property values may have been a bit more reasonable in 1947, but get a gander at this house that once stood (briefly) at the corner of 48th Street and Fifth Avenue.
I ran across this pic on Gothamist which linked me to this article on Inside the Apple. I tried to figure out exactly which corner this is, but the best I could do was to narrow it down to the Northwest corner or the Southeast corner. The buildings at the other two corners date to 1911 and 1930. It should be one of these.
Anyway, now that none of you won the big MegaMillions drawing yesterday, (you didn't, did you?) you can all go back to dreaming. Tell me the one big thing you'd do if you came into Fuck You Money tomorrow. Not the thing you'd most like to do, or the thing you think you ought to do...the thing you'd do if your object was solely to demonstrate to the world how obnoxiously wealthy you were. Let's see how conspicuously you can consume!