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My parents had one of the gigantic, almost-as-long-as-the-couch stereo cabinets with an 8-track player until the late 1980s. (By the end, it was only used for playing my mother's collection of Christmas 8-tracks at the holidays!)

Once in 1977, she hit the stereo with her Camaro, after driving the car through the wall of the garage and into the living room. Didn't hurt the stereo at all.

(Also, Mom still has a telephone chair at her house!)

I'm the new tenant in a five-apartment building, so I've been trying to introduce myself to the people in my building. The ones younger than me (I'm 39; they're probably the adult children of other tenants) seem resistant, but I the real grown-ups aren't bad.

They do tell me weird stories, though. Yesterday, the laundry room, Carol from Apt 1 told me that she and other tenants used to use my basement apartment (which was left unlocked when vacant) as a tornado shelter when the weather got bad!

One day, our buildings senior resident, Al from Apt 2, gave me the rundown of all the tenants who've died in the building since he moved in. Apparently, the previous tenant of my apartment hanged himself in the kitchen. No wonder my rent is so low!

I have a similar situation in my new apartment -- a row of Expedits with about 8 inches of overhead clearance. I'm planning to with a line of shoebox-sized storage boxes across the top.

You could do baskets or bins, too, because it looks like you've got more space overhead.

"[I]t always seem like a shame to buy art."

Why? Do you hate artists?

Right now, the weirdest thing in my living room is a Halloween candy bowl full of dice (sitting on a bookshelf), but I'm still decorating the new place. Give me time!

He should install some speakers, so the island can play music from "2001: A Space Odyssey" as it rises.