Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey
Until 1980 Kristine and I had only rented our homes. With our first baby on the way we felt the hour for investing in a house had arrived. This growing up thing was getting serious.
In Topanga, CA. where we rented, we quickly realized in our price range we had only one option in this semi-rural area. It was a place Kris called “the mole house.” It was un-cleverly built into a rather loose crevice in a hill.
Gophers were more likely to survive there than humans. Earthworms seemed to have settled into the kitchen. It seemed to be one good rainfall from becoming a large mudslide. I suspect it is either buried for future archaeologists or still up for sale.
The best we could do was to buy a house one half block from a commercial street. It was in the San Fernando Valley in L.A.
This valley was…
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