Tiny houses pop up in my life at a frequency that far exceeds my actual real-life experience with that particular type of housing. I’ve never seen one in person, and I have no desire to live in one. The closest I’ve come to a tiny house is touring an 1800s camp on Martha’s Vineyard. I see tiny houses in the news and on TV all the time. I talk about them at family gatherings because
Would you rent to cats if a human promised to pay their rent? One landlord in San Jose, CA felt that bringing in two cats as the only tenants for the 400 sqft studio he has in the back yard was a great deal. The monthly rent he receives? $1,500. Meow!
Stealing an entire house is a new level of larceny. The tiny house movement has now made that possible, as a St. Louis woman recently learned. Thieves took the next step from taking packages, bikes, and cars when they hitched a trailer-based tiny house to their truck and sped off. The structure was not yet complete, so fortunately nobody was inside. The home was recovered after a social media-fueled search and returned to its owner.
Once upon a time, the shopping mall was at the top of the retail food chain. The mall was home to the best stores, and the most excitement. Amy and I grew up in the mall era. Our small town (population ~25,000) had its own little mall that kids hung out in, but it was not comparable to the shopping destinations that are available in Greater Hartford. Both of our families made the hours-long drive