Friday, April 03, 2009

some.are.set

A running joke between Wally and I is that Somerset is burning. This phrase became part of our daily routine after his parents had come for a visit. Somerset is the care facility across the street from us, which is a PC way of saying crazy town. There are either one of two vehicles outside this building- an ambulance, a firetruck or both. The night before his parents left, someone had started a fire and burnt down part of the awning just above street level.

The next morning Wally's mother passed our bedroom and remarked that she could still smell the fire- which incidentally had been me lighting a match after a poop. Shortly thereafter the Shirl's light bulb clicked on and I was simultaneously embarrassed. I mean his was one of the first times meeting them and all.

Designed by Samuel N. Crowen and opened in 1920 it originally had 441 furnished rooms arranged in 205 suites of one to four rooms. It was described as "the ideal dwelling place for those desiring the homelike atmosphere and privacy of an apartment combined with all the modern conveniences of a hotel."

2 Comments:

Blogger hipsterhomo said...

What a funny-looking vehicle is out in front in this pic. I guess it's a transport of some sort -- maybe a tour bus, given the open top?

You need to post that pic of the lobby. It's so scary and bare nowadays. Shame.

P.S. Your cat is playing with one of David's cheap, gaudy gold chains.

3:15 PM  
Blogger Chris said...

Oh, those cats love toys that aren't toys don't they?

11:22 AM  

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