It's not every weekend that a downtown Chicago high-rise hosts an estate sale. So it was imperative -- parking problems and all -- that I see this one.
I blame '70s-era sit-coms for the belief that high-rise apartments are spacious, and that each one comes with a live studio audience and laugh-track.
The reality is usually much more cramped and down-to-earth, regardless of how many floors up you might find yourself.
This walk-in closet, for example, was probably one of the larger rooms in the place.
These were found close by, and made me pause for just a moment. St. Patrick's Day
is coming up, after all.
It looks like a whole bunch of junk just decided to curl up on this futon and take a nap.
This collection of books was stacked nearby on the floor. Usually you can tell a lot about a person just by looking at their books, but these didn't really say much to me.
This one, however, kind of spoke volumes.
I blame '70s-era sit-coms for the belief that high-rise apartments are spacious, and that each one comes with a live studio audience and laugh-track.
The reality is usually much more cramped and down-to-earth, regardless of how many floors up you might find yourself.
This walk-in closet, for example, was probably one of the larger rooms in the place.
These were found close by, and made me pause for just a moment. St. Patrick's Day is coming up, after all.
It looks like a whole bunch of junk just decided to curl up on this futon and take a nap.
This collection of books was stacked nearby on the floor. Usually you can tell a lot about a person just by looking at their books, but these didn't really say much to me.
This one, however, kind of spoke volumes.
