1906
I never knew my little cottage apartment was so historical.
Today I was speaking with the property owner, this kicky woman who's 80-something years old, drives a big-ass gold Cadillac, and micro-manages everything. We were discussing the possible carbon monoxide poisoning in my apartment (she says that it's all good and legal, but she'll put in a carbon monoxide monitor anyway) and she gave me a little more history of the place.
I live in an in-law cottage. That's a mini-house built in the back yard of an existing property. The house in front is a three-unit building that survived the 1906 great earthquake and fire in San Francisco. This is odd because almost nothing else did.
Anyway, because of the severe housing shortage after the quake they relaxed building codes and allowed all these in-law cottages to be constructed. So my little house was built in1906. I guess I celebrated it's hundredth birthday last year by shampooing the carpet.
According to the owner, when these cottages fall apart they aren't supposed to be rebuilt, as they were temporary structures. But the owner of this one got lucky:
In the 1989, just before that earthquake, there were same gays living in the apartment and one of them in a fit of gay drama lit the bed on fire and burned part of the house down. The owner was worried that they would make them tear down the whole unit because of the law, but as the damage was mostly cosmetic and the building inspector had a lot of more important work to do in the wake of the 1989 quake, he stamped his approval for repair.
So the owner gutted the building, redid the kitchen, and super-insulated the walls and ceilings for the first time. This explains why I hardly ever have to use the heat, and why it's a freaking sauna in the summer.
Neato!
Today I was speaking with the property owner, this kicky woman who's 80-something years old, drives a big-ass gold Cadillac, and micro-manages everything. We were discussing the possible carbon monoxide poisoning in my apartment (she says that it's all good and legal, but she'll put in a carbon monoxide monitor anyway) and she gave me a little more history of the place.
I live in an in-law cottage. That's a mini-house built in the back yard of an existing property. The house in front is a three-unit building that survived the 1906 great earthquake and fire in San Francisco. This is odd because almost nothing else did.
Anyway, because of the severe housing shortage after the quake they relaxed building codes and allowed all these in-law cottages to be constructed. So my little house was built in1906. I guess I celebrated it's hundredth birthday last year by shampooing the carpet.
According to the owner, when these cottages fall apart they aren't supposed to be rebuilt, as they were temporary structures. But the owner of this one got lucky:
In the 1989, just before that earthquake, there were same gays living in the apartment and one of them in a fit of gay drama lit the bed on fire and burned part of the house down. The owner was worried that they would make them tear down the whole unit because of the law, but as the damage was mostly cosmetic and the building inspector had a lot of more important work to do in the wake of the 1989 quake, he stamped his approval for repair.
So the owner gutted the building, redid the kitchen, and super-insulated the walls and ceilings for the first time. This explains why I hardly ever have to use the heat, and why it's a freaking sauna in the summer.
Neato!
Labels: agoraphobia, squalor
2 Comments:
At 4:58 PM, The Angry Young Man said…
Your apartment gives a whole new meaning to the word flaming!
At 3:36 PM, camper said…
Usually it's just my crotch that has the burning sensation, not the whole bed!
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