Tiny Houses

I am deep in the apartment search right now and I came across this darling little old house that I was about to pounce on:

In the middle of our street.

In the middle of our street.

But then I realized that it’s essentially under the BQE (that’s a highway, for the uninitiated.)  For a moment there I thought maybe it could be the beginnings of a comedy, a la Woody Allen living beneath the Cyclone in Annie Hall, but that would be totally derivative.  Ah well––back to the grind!

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