A place to express your views on life. A places to scratch your belly. A place for Cone to make pasta or Suddenly Salad. The kitchen held one key sign that we were pre-dominantly liberal arts majors. The sink was dripping so we had a broom stick wedged between the handle and the wall. Dirks came over and quipped, "I guess it would be too difficult to change the washer." Confounded engineering students and their confusing ways. ;-)
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WHAT? No photos of the upstairs bathroom???
Like most areas of unimaginable horror, the upstairs bathroom could not be captured on film with the technology at hand in the late 80s. For that, we are all safer.
Wasn't the downstairs bathroom more of a horror show? That's the one I showered in the most. Any original plumbing in the basement of old Midwestern houses is just automatically gross. Then again maybe I used the downstairs bathroom BECAUSE the upstairs one was gross. I can't really remember. Being one of the few guys to live on the main floor which had no bathroom, I must have chosen the downstairs for a reason.
Upstairs bathroom was in GOOD, clean, nearly pristine condition when I lived there, other than during and directly following a party. Downstairs bathroom calls to mind a salamander sighting or two in the summer of '88. Maybe you liked company in the shower Buck!
Of course I liked company in the shower, still do. ;-) I don't think I had any down there though. Although I do recall many a visit from a bat in the basement and mice upstairs. It was like a dual rodent assault at times.
What is wrong with this picture? That's right, the sink is NOT overflowing with unwashed dishes.
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