Tearing down the house!

We’re never really clear whether this place was built in 1929 or 1939, but whenever it was built, man, they built it solid. There are, by my estimate, 14 million nails holding the drywall ceiling up (genuine Beaverboard! Ask for it by name!). Every goddamn one of them has to come out. So I spent the morning, despite the depths of my sinusial misery, playing around in ancient gypsum dust. Got the ceiling down, which involves getting just COVERED with dust, wood shavings, old newspapers, and all kinds of other stuff they threw down on the ceiling from the attic side (there is no attic floor). Especially old newspapers. Also, one very intact and good condition Batman comic book — can’t wait to figure out what that’s worth, because other then being a little dusty, it’s in great shape. Some other weird stuff, too. I’ll photograph it and throw it up on Fotolog.

Speaking of Fotolog, I’m posting a bunch of old family photos over at my Fotolog site, for those who find these things as fascinating as I do. Even if you don’t know the people, some of the old snapshots are unbelievably evocative. I saw one on someone else’s site the other night, it featured two women playing Cootie on a kitchen table. Lee had no idea what I was talking about or why I was excited. To me, pictures that show people doing something are vastly more interesting than just pose-and-grins, and in cases like this, they can really evoke another time that is lost to all but memory now.

Wow, aren’t I all linky today?