Last of the Connie Nompelis party pictures! Time for somebody else to buy an antique house for pocket change and throw a blow-out wine and cheese party!
Top photo, Connie ripping out nail studded carpet strips. Second, the...
...permit isn't for a party, it's for fixing the house. The next photo (taken at Connie's workplace) kind of says it all. Yes, Connie bought a $7,900 house recently. But these market conditions in North Minneapolis can't last forever, and property values will rebound with the economy.
The next three pictures teach an important lesson: don't judge a house by its porch! The one remaining "atlas pillar" is holding up the porch roof all by itself. There are people in our neighborhood a lot like this antique wooden pillar. What do we need? More people who want to be "pillars of the community."
Also, please note the tacky "fake antique trim" nailed above the front door. Connie told me I could rip it off with a crowbar, but I got busy eating smoked fish and chit-chatting. I did put in some hard work earlier in the afternoon, however, ripping out carpet staples and putting the staples in a bread pan I was returning to Connie.
The final image shows how far we've come: that mysterious stain on the vinyl of the back porch MIGHT be chicken blood, especially since it appears somebody was raising chickens in the back yard, at one time. (In fact, almost a year ago I called 311 on this house, repeatedly, for being vacant and unsecured...so I was very familiar with the property and evidence of chickens being raised on the porch)
So it MIGHT be chicken blood. Or it might not.
If you want to snap up a real estate diamond in the rough, you've got to deal with the rough.