Base housing is very close quarters.  The homes are small and they are all multiplex.  There are only 2 or 3 different floor plans to each development and to mixed things up a bit; they place the houses, so that every other one is a different design.  Our house was a gold, well maintained ranch layout and part of only a duplex.  Many houses around us where either 2 stories or part of a 4 unit.  We were lucky and were assigned a pretty nice place to live. 

I recall this One Time, when my mother noticed there was someone out front.  She went to the door and found service men painting it.  They were brightening up the neighbor hoods with some new colors and paint. Our house would remain gold and untouched, however our front door was to be spruced up.  They painted it Orange!  This of course came about almost over my mother’s dead body.  When she saw the color that the Colonel's wife had chosen, she went ballistic.  She started by calling the Housing office, then my father, and then finally friends to cry too.  It really was a horrible color scheme.  She tried every thing she could to keep from having an orange door, but she was fighting a loosing battle.  That Christmas was the year that she decided a nice decoration would be to wrap the door like a gift.  Eventually it had to come down, but I think if mom could have found a way to leave it covered, she would have.