As I’ve explained before, our house used to be one of those little drive-through huts where you could buy smokes and gum. In short, our house is like a practical joke. It is a running gag among the kids how I make a repair, then have to repair my repairs. Not to get too technical over door knobs, but the innards of all metal components are now made of pudding. We will give our house away to a nice young family (probably space aliens, if you know anything about the L.A. market).

Source: Los Angeles Times October 27, 2017 12:56 UTC