I was going through some old photos last night!
Back in the day, Mike Anthony and I bought a duplex in the College Area. The lady in the back house had been there for 20+ years, and was a serious smoker. We don’t think she ever opened a window – the nicotine on the walls was thick enough that we could scrape it off with a knife.
After we scrubbed it down, my brother Dave and his friend came over to paint with a rented spray rig – and it took three coats to cover it.
He and I had a dispute over him spilling some paint on the hardwood floors, and ended up in a fist fight in the backyard!
The last photo is of my all-time favorite, the triple-black 1979 Cadillac Seville.
I was more of a Trans Am guy back in those days:
http://www.78ta.com/images/10thtop.JPG
Complete with KC and the Sunshine Band tunes coming from the 8-track player.
How about the smell? Yikes.
Love that Trans Am too – superchicken!
Reminds me of a story I heard on NPR this morning about a couple that purchased a house that was formerly used to cook meth. Of course, the buyers were not aware of this at the time of purchase. I wonder if CA has such disclosure laws?
http://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2015/07/01/416452137/buy-a-meth-house-unawares-and-pay-the-health-consequences
what ever happened to the caddy? classic….
I’m an El Camino guy.
I sold it for $2,500.
It had a lot of miles and was nearing the end of its natural life. I guy in a wheelchair responded to an ad, and I bring the car to a 2-story apartment house. He’s in an upstairs unit, so you already feel sorry for the guy, and he doesn’t go for a test drive.
Instead, he fans out 25 hundred-dollar bills on the table. I’m sure I was dead set on getting more, but how do you say no to that presentation?