This is new on me:
Boy, this aircraft/banner combo seems familiar:
Here are some of my other beefs against the flying banner ad biz in the bay area.
Oh, wait a sec, maybe that’s BAD news – it depends on who you are.
Anyway, here’s proof that it’s possible to buy a place in Frisco for less than asking price in the Year Of Our Lord 2014:
One of the asking prices was the “lucky” number of $2,888,888.88, IIRC.
Believe it or not.
The old pink-tannish boat house at Lake Merced:
All right, stroke, stroke, stroke…
Sam: What regiment was that?
Spence: The 22nd Special Air Service.
Sam: What’s the color of the boathouse at Hereford? [repeats]
Spence: I don’t like your attitude.
Sam: What’s the color of the boathouse -…
Spence: Fuck off!
Sam: What’s – -you got the gun. I’m unarmed. Do something. Go ahead. Do something. DO SOMETHING.
[Spence spills the coffee cup and Sam subdues him]
Above it all, watching the jetliners pass by:
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But I suppose if you live in a crowded house, this is a viable option…
Do you climb into spa-a-ace/
To the world where you lou-ou-ounge?
Here it is, the Inner Richmond farmhouse at 594 10th Avenue what’s worth $2,888,888.88 or whatever, as seen on a dread sunny day:
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And oh yes, this crib is just perfect for “entertaining dignitaries.” (And then when that’s over, just head up two blocks to Geary to the prostitution sector for a “happy endings” massage to, you know, complete the soiree!)
Sometimes I just don’t know…
And I’m not objecting to the price, I’m objecting to the price for this, this monument to real estate obsolescence at this particular location. Now if you want to drag this thing northeast to a few blocks above California, well then you might have something, Climb Realty.
To reiterate, sometimes I just don’t know…
(In closing, Amenities, Not Enemies)