Barb’s Burblings

I was innocently sitting in my apartment this afternoon, proofreading (whee!), when a knock came on the door. It totally threw me off–I wasn’t expecting anyone and it’s not like people ever just drop by. Turns out it was some people who lived in my building in the 70s. It was a couple and a friend of theirs; they couple had lived in my apartment. They walked in and immediately pointed out where their dog had had puppies. It was kind of cute. They paid $110 a month in rent, which is slightly less than what I pay.
It was kind of neat; I’ve wanted to drop by the places I used to live to see how they look now.
A bit less fun, though, was when the couple mentioned that they had brought their first child home here; the friend helpfully was all, “And he was conceived in that bedroom!” Um, ew. I don’t need to know.