It’s probably impossible to find now, the builder had to repaint the exterior with colors that matched the rest of the neighborhood. I’m confident the current owner doesn’t want to be bothered by tourists and fans neither.
My boss Larry and I spent a significant amount of our Sunday morning trying to find this place because the billboards plugging it weren’t very precise. Then came a two-hour wait in the Nevada heat to get in. We waited under a tent out of the sun yet the people running the tour refused to turn on the misters. They claimed it attracted flies. After living in Las Vegas for three weeks, I felt that even insects weren’t insane enough to come out into the daily three-digit temperatures. The wait was worth it. I was allowed to take pictures with a flash unlike Graceland and I did enter the drawing for it. How awesome it would’ve been to have a full-sized pad in Henderson to stay at or the small chunk of change I could’ve made selling it after my own tours ran out. Maybe the show’s popularity kept running long enough to make a small museum just as the guy who bought the house from A Christmas Story did.
Sadly and obviously, I didn’t win it. I did watch the season opener on Fox to see the winner called out on national television. Later on, I had indirectly learned how the recipient was a professional prizewhore which was a real bummer.
I got over it in seconds anyway so here’s a recap of the virtual tour I built of the house 10 years ago. Still laid out by the ever so spiffy application Adobe PageMill 2.0 but I did tweak it a little as I discovered a typo I let slide for a decade. D’oh!