A Hot Time in the Old Town

He launched into his tale without even taking a breath.

"When I got out of the army, I found myself a very fortunate young man. Two things happened: I got an office job that was a welcome departure from digging ditches and peeling potatoes--and that paid a lot more than a simple fellow like me needed to live; and my aunt passed on and left me a nice wad of cash that I had absolutely no idea what to do with.

"So I bought a house--a nice three-story Victorian. It stood right over there.

"I spent a year's worth of evenings and weekends dividing it into apartments. Did all the work myself. Never knew how to do it any other way. Put in a kitchen and a bathroom on each floor. Finished the basement and partitioned it into rooms. Almost made me think I'd missed my calling.

"I advertised the basement and the first and second floors for rent, and kept the third floor apartment for myself--I'm a simple fellow, like I said. And it wasn't two weeks before I had my first set of tenants.

"Bill Lundy, Frank Conway, and Ezra Bowman. And they weren't exactly welcome additions to the neighborhood. Partly because people who own their homes look down on renters, especially in their neighborhoods. Don't ask me why. I guess they forget what it was like for them when they were starting out.





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