Mantles

On Tuesday night, I officially moved out of my McDonald apartment -- my pad since April, 2001. I lived there longer than any other place in my life.

Above is a picture of the bare mantle in my old living room taken just before I left the apartment for the last time. (Thanks to Ed for the pic, and for helping me with the final few hours of the move.)

The mantle was one of the nicest features in the apartment, which is one one quarter of that old house (built at least before 1893) on West Lincoln Avenue. Around the mantle were held parties and political meetings alike.

I pray that the future inhabitants of Apt. #4 will know great joy and peace. May it be the home for you that it was for me.