And Now for the Rest of the Story

First you have to read the Celestine Prophesy Post before reading this one--I don't know how to move things around on my blog.

Well, we moved into this great sandstone house with wood floors, beam ceilings. It was two bedrooms, one bath, but beggers can't be choosy, and rent was only $50.00 a month. (long time ago). Well, it turned out the house was a duplex, and the other side of the house was the alcohol halfway house for the Res. The guys were all very nice, we were just warned not to give them cough medicine, alcohol wipes, or mouthwash if they asked, but other than that, they were cool.

The house we had been moved into had been the residence of the half-way house manager. He and a couple of his staff had gone to a conference in San Diego and "got lost", so while he was AWOL, they moved his furniture out of the house and moved us in. About two months later, he shows up at the door. I told him that all his stuff had been taken to his mom's house, and he left without a comment. Never saw him again.

Lots more stories about this house, but I will save them for another post.