by Shale Thu Jun 02, 2011 2:28 pm
My first place in New Orleans (1967) was a one room apt. carved out of an old three story bldg. (since turned into a parking lot).
It had a wet plaster ceiling in the kitchen that eventually caved in and the large bed had bedbugs.
The most fascinating thing was a water heater from the 19th Century - had a copper coil pipe that wound around with a tubular burner under it - no tank. The water heated as it went thru the pipe and the gas came on by a valve that detected decrease in water pressure when you turned on the hot water. Oh, I opened the door once to see if it was burning and some collected gas blew a not-too-hot blue flame in my face. To use the young male vernacular when something like that happens, "I'm Good!"
Oh, it had a little balcony that overlooked a magnolia tree and a parking lot that used to be another old run down bldg.
Since then, I have lived in better and I have lived in worse.
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