Sunday afternoon, I heard the garage door open, and went down to find some former tenants carrying stuff out. “Hey, what’s up?” “We’re just getting more of her stuff,” the guy said. “Oh,” I said. I gave him my look of complete dispassion, honed through years of giving students enough rope in case they want […]
Read More Cops and RobbersWhen we last left the mansion the score was: gas, on, furnace, blazing; water, off. Drought conditions continued to plague the carriage house. At times, they felt Biblical in proportion, although they were not. Friend of a friend (let’s call him FOF) came by with his helper. The door was locked. Could I zoom away […]
Read More Drought ConqueredI woke up this morning, remembered I still didn’t have water, and I wished I were Betty Draper. I imagined myself married to a rich man, rolling over and ringing the bell for the maid. But water would soon be restored! After three trips to the water department, I had paid the back bill my […]
Read More What The Ghost of George Myers Owes MeMyers’ mansion may be cursed. The last owner moved to Kansas City, had his whole life fall apart, and evacuated the midwest. The owners before that, I am told, suffered a nasty divorce. Curses are so sexy, though. My fellow squatter, who had been managing the bills, disappeared. The gas company put the shut-off notice […]
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