Pretty much the only thing on the Internet about Mr. Dillon’s Fabulous Slanty Shanty—besides the blog post you’re reading now—is this diary entry (?) on FamilySearch from 1977 which says:
“You can laugh yourself silly there.”
That’s it. The entirety of human knowledge at our disposal, and that’s the best we’ve got. (That, and a comment on the current property-owner’s Facebook page that says “WISH YOU STILL HAD THE SLANTY SHANTY.”) Internet, you have failed this city. (I don’t actually know what that’s a reference to; don’t tell anyone.)
Thankfully, the spirit of Mr. Dillon’s Slanty Slanty lives on in NorCal’s own CONFUSION HILL (pronounced in all-caps like that). I took my parents there a few weeks ago when they flew in from New Jersey because I’m literally the worst son; here’s my dad wearing his completely sincere “I’m having fun” face while experiencing the weird gravity.
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