Karen found a home she's interested in, so we're doing the "due diligence" thing at the moment. There are a number of upgrades / modifications that would have to be made before we'd say "go", but we're walking through the property for the 2nd time next week with a couple of contractors, so we'll see.
One thing that has to be possible is a bowling lane in the basement. I like where I'm at right now, and have no intention of moving just for the sake of moving. One of my requirements is my next home - hopefully my last home - will have space for the bowling lane. It ain't cheap...probably $70k to $80k for installation...and of course there will be more expenses related to decor around the lane...seating, a bar, etc.
And one of the items that will sit on the bar is a beautiful, Ronson Senior Bartender Touch Tip lighter that was recently brought back from the dead by Bob Adams of Ronson Repair
|My Senior Bartender next to a 1954 Emerson 744 B radio|
|Cigarettes on the left...|
|...and on the right.|
Ok, I know...it's not politically correct. In the 1930's when this was produced, America was a very different place than it is today...but it's history, and believe it or not, a highly valued piece by collectors of Black Americana.
And this piece was a complete mess when I sent it to Bob...he has done a spectacular job of restoring the walnut finish, fixing the lighter mechanism and the cigarette holders...a complete rehab job from top to bottom. I couldn't be happier with the final product, and I will proudly display this piece on my art deco bar next to the bowling lane, Lord willing.
Another piece I'm hoping to pick up later this week is the Ronson Rondette:
This is a fabulous piece from 1934, a Ronson table lighter. Love the art deco styling and can't wait to see it displayed on the bar counter top.
This past week at work was relatively calm, b/c many people fled the northland for parts south since it was spring break week. Almost every day was light traffic to and from work, a true delight. Tomorrow all those angry and depressed vacationers trudge back to their jobs, so it promises to be another unpleasant Monday.