If these walls could talk....
My tenant tells me a friend of his, who used to do a lot of drugs, visited him here at Swan's End and said to him, "I've been here before, back when I was using. It didn't look like this, but I know I've been in this house before." Eeek.
[More:]A lot of people who fix up their old houses talk about "restoring" their houses. I don't. I say I'm fixing it up. From the bits of old wallpaper and old linoleum and other such clues as to how Swan's End used to look, from my researching the house's history and finding occupants generally didn't seem to stay more than a year or two, I've concluded that it probably never has looked all that good or been all that well-cared for. Shortly after I moved in a neighbour of mine told me she'd lived in the area for ten years and the house had always looked like a dump. And I was told when I bought it that the city had had to come in and clean the place up circa 2002 or 2003.
Still it does give me pause to think the place may well have been a crack house. But I've heard worse. In my twenties I lived in a rooming house in Forest Hill and was told that the woman who occupied my room before me was a prostitute.