Bob Pratte from The Press Enterprise came by last week to check out the house and be annoyed by Iggy. This Sunday the article came out and I immediately went into a shame spiral of despair about the most awkwardly unprepared and horrible photo of me ever. My mouth is literally open saying please don’t take a picture of me since the whole gig with the blog is about a certain kind of anonymity. Maybe I needed to be a little more forceful.
Next time.
Otherwise it was very cool and sweet. Bob is incredibly nice and generous and knew a lot about our home town that I’ve neglected to find out.
The funniest thing to come out of the article has been a number of locals emailing in some nice comments and stories. Elizabeth, who turns out to be one of the previous owners (and a blogger) sent in the original advertisement that she saw about The Brick House which lead to her eventually buying the place. I was always curious about the red button of doom and it seems that she and her husband are to blame. Hilarious.
She’s going to come out and give us a little background and check out what we’ve been up to.
She even painted an awesome homage to The Captain on her nails to celebrate. HILARIOUS.
