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Carving to Work

Well, we finally moved about 2 weeks ago. For those of you that haven't been following, my wife and I bought an old 1935 craftsman crackhouse. Perhaps, crackhouse is too strong of a word. They weren't really selling dope through an iron grate, but the house was pretty messed up. I spent almost two years getting it into the shape it's in now. Over this time, I've done framing, drywall, electrical, plumbing, floors, cabinets, and countertops. The bathroom's done except for a few cosmetic touches, and the kitchen's mostly done. I still have about 50 million projects, but at least the bulk of he nasty work is done.

There were a number of reasons we bought the house. It was cheap, probably the overriding reason. We liked the location. It's in a part of town that was scary bad about five years ago, but now it's coming around. A lot of people have been buying old houses in the area and fixing them up. It's a cool house. Decent size yard. Original wood work. There's tons of storage. Big attic and a crawl space tall enough to walk around in, well at least in the one corner, about as close as you're going to get to a basement in SoCal.

Now I know what you're thinking, "What does any of this have to do with skateboarding?" Frankly nothing, but that brings me another reason I like the location. It's only about 25 blocks from my work (and seven of them are downhill). In the last two weeks, I've skated to work everyday, except the one day it rained. That rocks. To be able to skate first thing in the morning, knowing that almost everyone else is sitting in their cars fighting traffic. I like my job, but when all is said and done, it's still work. Being able to skate to work even though you don't feel like going makes things a lot better

Life is good. Actually, life still sucks, 50 million projects, remember? But at least the commute's good.

Later,

Chris
April 2002

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