We've got one more post from this Norridge bungalow. But this won't be another Coke-fueled romp. Because we're going down to the basement, which is another thing entirely.
And you step!
This cheery trio gave me hope that I was about to walk down into a classic Hollywood wonderland. But alas, 'twas not to be.
First up, not one but two pinball machines. Could this be the most awesomest man-cave ever?
Finding this nearly made me weep with frustration and nostalgia.
I could picture myself enjoying long conversations in here. Or transforming into a super-hero.
Oh, Julio, you savvy shopper, you.
A full-size, full-blooded wooden Indian.
I'm not sure if this belonged to a dentist, a barber or Sweeney Todd.
Buy. Don't buy.