All the Noose That's Fit to Print
I'm sitting here listening to The Replacements, and Paul sings "Anywhere you hang yourself is home," and I flash back to our old garage. There was a coil of very heavy rope hanging in the back of the garage. Kristi and I never talked about it until we were emptying the place out in preparation for demolition, but it turns out we both wondered over the years exactly why it was there, and why no-one had taken it down.The house was previously owned by Deloris Price and her husband. They're both deceased now; he went first, and we bought it from her heirs. We never heard how Mr. Price died, but we do know that they didn't have an especially happy marriage, and that Mr. Price essentially lived in a shed in the backyard in his later years.
I swear, Dean Kuntz would have loved our old garage. So many possibilities, and yet so little room for actual cars.
posted by MeanMrMustard @ 2:38 PM
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