That’s among the drawbacks of renting — the knowing you can get the boot with little more than a couple-three months warning, if that.
Nothing is permanent, but we like to think our homes will always be there.
Just be thankful it isn’t a boat. At least with a dry structure on dry land you stand a chance of someday recouping what you put into it.
Oh, and congratulations.
That’s a great sign, by the way, and a darned good photo, too. Zooming in it appears to be a porcelain on steel, with honest nicks and dings.
A large print would make quite the statement.
It was the ergonomics that sold me on the OM.
I’m no pro photographer, but I know I took much better pictures when taking pictures cost money. And I knew some of those photos might be the best ones we had to put in the paper. So of course I put more into it.
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Does Highway Displays Inc. make road signs?*
There is (or was) an outfit in the Ballard district of Seattle called Fentron Highway Products that made such signs. Decades back the locals would salvage the lumber and plywood the company used for shipping those signs. More than few sheds and...
I bought this piece of art, and an old gallery poster, from a vendor at a vintage fair a couple-three years ago. I have no idea to whom credit is due, but I dig it. (Not everyone shares that opinion, and that’s fine by me.) The creator left the leather size tag and the red pocket tag unpainted.
Probably on another forum here I might find the answer, but I’m lazy, so ...
Are today’s Levi’s 501s the same product they sold back a half century and more ago?
I can’t recall when I last bought a pair (store-brand jeans are dirt cheap these days, like, less than 20 bucks cheap; Levi’s...
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“Distressed” is what that faux-old stuff is often called. Blue jeans, kitchen cabinets, electric guitars, etc., etc.
And now signs painted on building exteriors.
Your attributing it to impatience is on the mark, I think. There’s a delicious irony in it, this having to have the...
In my email inbox today was another missive from the National Trust for Historic Preservation, this one featuring, among other items, a story about a fellow who restores old Coca-Cola signs painted on the exteriors of buildings. The restorer had painted such signs back when they were new, seeing...
As something of a Brianista (we’d have never heard of The Beach Boys if not for that eldest Wilson boy) I have zero interest in what Messrs. Love and Johnston and four guys named Joe do under The Beach Boys banner. I’ll go with Brian’s band, with original Beach Boy Al Jardine and longtime...
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Property taxes, insurance, maintenance and repairs. It’s never-ending.
I’m now getting bids for a new fence. The existing one has maybe a year or two left in it. Gonna need a new garage door on roughly the same timeline. Pleased that the water heater and HVAC systems were fairly new when...
I’ve owned rental property, and I’ve been a renter. And I’ve owned a vacant property that threatened to bleed me dry if it remained unsold for long. It was a great relief to be rid of it.
I used to be baffled by the appeal of condos. It seemed to me a marriage of the worst of renting and...
I usually fall off quickly, too.
If only I could stay asleep for a solid seven or more hours. As often as not I’m awakening after five or six hours, which I understand is a fairly common complaint among us senescent sorts.
Last night a leg cramp awakened me after maybe three and a half or...
Taken through the windshield while stopped at a traffic light yesterday afternoon. The motel is gone, the lot scraped. But the signs remain. Has me wondering if they’ll be incorporated into the new development, whenever that happens.
I’m sure I’ve already mentioned this a time or ten, but back in my cigarette smoking days I tossed out god only knows how many thousands of butts here, there, anywhere, as did millions upon millions of my fellow nicotine fiends.
People take cues from their surroundings. Litter breeds litter...
The person I lifted this image from says it’s from an old Texaco ad. Perhaps our Lizzie, she of the Havoline coursing through her veins, could confirm or debunk that assertion.
In today’s mail was an envelope containing three old photos, including this image of my grandfather, wearing his hat cocked atop his head, as was his habit.
Anyone here able to ID the model of the car, going on what little of its interior features we see here? He was partial to FoMoCo products...
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