Late Monday morning I was crying. A quick look at Twitter let me know something I hoped wouldn’t happen yet had.
Late Monday morning I was crying. A quick look at Twitter let me know something I hoped wouldn’t happen yet had.
Living in a former movie theatre, it was the architecture of the place that connected my home to its former function–until this week. This week I went up into my attic, the former projection booth, to see how its roof has been holding up under the recent barrage of rain. My landlord was too good at…