I can't help but think that Uncle Bernie dropped a tab or two of acid in his day.
I was really confused because I assumed this was going to be Bernie Sanders and thought damn Bernie was even really old 40+ years ago
My parents’ friends Libby & Bernie painted their house like this in 1972.
Libby explained to my mom that they got an estimate for painting the house that was $1500. Bernie was appalled. "We have 6 kids," he said. "We can get THEM to paint it."
So they told every kid to pick a favorite color, told Melanie (the eldest) to draw lines, and this was the result.
But wait. There's more.
Roslyn Estates, NY was (and presumably still is) an upscale area of Long Island. Some of the neighbors were not happy with this color scheme -- including the people who lived across the street, who asserted that this lowered their property values.
So they sued.
Only to learn that, legally, nobody could tell you what color(s) you can paint your house.
Afterwards, Libby & Bernie put up bright spotlights on the front lawn. "For security," they explained to anyone who asked.
The people across the street sold their house and moved away.
This was better than I ever could have imagined. Between the paint scheme and his look, you have visually defined the term "Uncle Bernie." There can be no other, ever.
It looks like the Partridge Family School bus should go in the garage.
Edit: Thanks so much for the gold kind stranger!
Some HOA president somewhere is having a heart attack about this.