SusanofO
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My father owned an apartment complex for a long time, and a city bus actually ran into it the side of it one icy Winter day about a decade ago, and into the bedroom of one of the tenants who was sleeping, and missed smashing into his head by about a foot. It took the city months to repair the damage. Another guy in the same building, apparently very depressed and also on a week-end drinking binge, hanged himself from the basement laundry room ceiling. The best thing for my dad was selling that building (finally) last year, and spending the Winter in Florida. - Susan
< Message edited by SusanofO -- 8/30/2006 5:15:22 AM >
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"Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all". - Emily Dickinson
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