I know one thing for sure: Rob Burden was made for me.
Sad day in The Fan today.
[The porch next door.] You can choose how close—or how separated—you are with your neighbors. That’s the funny thing about living in a place like the Fan: win, lose, or draw, your neighbors define your living experience. [Lenny, in Apt 3 above, with the elephant feet and the horrible taste in women/music/hours of sleep; I may curse your name until… View Post
Such great lengths.
Post-work V&Ts on the porch! Can’t emphasize this enough.
Take a penny, leave a penny.
Things have been so hectic! (Smile.) But even as I wake up most mornings in a sheer panic wondering how I will possibly get through to the end of the day (I’m very dramatic in the wee hours, and there is not enough sleep for those who work retail), we do. And we sigh. And we laugh. And then we… View Post
Scuffletown Park.
So many reasons to love the Fan. And this was an early frontrunner. Scuffletown Park has a pretty interesting little history—best explained in the comment section of this Fan of the Fan post—and it’s becoming a part of ours now, too. It seems to draw out something different in an afternoon solely intended for sun soaking and reading. Namely, naps—it’s… View Post