One of our favorite old crumbling wrecks in the 9th Ward is undergoing rehabilitation.
We walk by this old home in the evenings and have dutifully noted that it is occupied in spite of it’s tenuous relationship with gravity.
It appears as though you could give it a strong shove and it would tumble to the earth.
Whoever lives there is always playing depression jazz, burning candles and incense and moving about the second floor. Shadows of a person walking about are always flickering hither and yon like an old episode of Scooby Doo.