Climb the stairs to save a little
Just watched an interesting guitarist on TV. Bryce Young, by name. Too new to have a web presence; I checked the usual spots, like YouTube and MySpace. Found a review of a show from Yellowknife. What sets him apart from the usual fretful individuals is his tap technique, similar to Chris Broderick. Keep an eye out for this lad.
Spent part of the afternoon driving son #2 around while he collected up the gear needed for his next bout as a zymurgist. Not quite a career path, although stranger things have happened when hops and malt marry. Basic chemistry at work, with a need for patience. Anyhow, the visit to one apartment brought memories flooding back.
When I arrived in Quebec City, in the fall of 1984, I was clueless about choosing an apartment. Off season, poor, unfamiliar with the tricks of rental agents. Yes, I did find a place to live for what might have been the coldest winter of my life. The level of furnishing and decoration left much to be desired. Picture a futon and a steamer trunk, with my treasured Kaypro providing contact with the outside world. A kitchen that was barely big enough to turn around in, and a bathroom that was designed for quick wetdowns, only.
The apartment we visited this afternoon was much more comfortable, with real bookshelves and wall hangings. Still, there’s a style to student budget housing that will not be featured in Architectural Digest any time soon. Maybe it’s the stairs; you can’t live cheaply on the ground floor, as near as I can tell. The more you’re willing to exercise, the more reasonable the rent demanded.
