The day we closed on 777 Pine Street, we showed friends the empty, echoey upstairs. There were grooves in the floor where walls once stood; a forlorn, half-torn-out section of red carpet was the only sign that anyone had ever lived there. Except that, when you looked closer, there were some curious features. A ladder led up a false chimney; at the top was a submarine-style hatch from which it was possible to poke your head out. During the inspection, we'd discovered a secret compartment: a section of shelving that opened on a hidden hinge when you pressed on it, like something out of a pre-CGI James Bond movie. A series of miniature doors fed into a crawl space that encircled the apartment. And the passageway led past a carpeted room, four feet high and eight feet deep, with a chain-operated lightbulb and a deadbolt that could be locked from the inside. We called it the panic room.
It was overwhelming. Our friend Diana commented, jokingly, "If this were my house, I'd be on anti-anxiety medication."
We nodded and smiled and maybe cringed a tiny bit. But the truth was, we had no idea.
 The day we closed on 777 Pine Street, we showed friends the empty, echoey upstairs. There were grooves in the floor where walls once stood; a forlorn, half-torn-out section of red carpet was the only sign that anyone had ever lived there. Except that, when you looked closer, there were some curious features. A ladder led up a false chimney; at the top was a submarine-style hatch from which it was possible to poke your head out. During the inspection, we'd discovered a secret compartment: a section of shelving that opened on a hidden hinge when you pressed on it, like something out of a pre-CGI James Bond movie. A series of miniature doors fed into a crawl space that encircled the apartment. And the passageway led past a carpeted room, four feet high and eight feet deep, with a chain-operated lightbulb and a deadbolt that could be locked from the inside. We called it the panic room.
It was overwhelming. Our friend Diana commented, jokingly, "If this were my house, I'd be on anti-anxiety medication."
We nodded and smiled and maybe cringed a tiny bit. But the truth was, we had no idea. Our top picks, from cheap tarp bags to fancy wheeled duffles. Meta (née Facebook) claims its shared virtual space will make you feel like you're physically in the same room with another person. Here's what it looks like and how to get started. On its track or off, this thing is excellent. On its track or off, this thing is excellent. To avoid this scenario happening to you, here's what you need to know about donating your body to science. |
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