A haphazardly curated life
I’m going to tell you right now, reader, that this story does not end with me wiring the down payment on my new house to a Russian gangster in Miami. But it was close. I should start by saying that this is far from my first home purchase – between my partner and I we […]
“This is a case of Chekhov’s nail gun,” I said to my partner as we decided, more or less on the spot, to make an offer to purchase an antique farmhouse barely a day after we had agreed to start shopping. “That’s the third time you have made that joke,” he said, “and I still […]
Chekhov's Nail Gun 