Karma & the Cottage, Part 2

Mar 14, 2010

Editor’s note: Here’s part 2 of Bill Smith’s blog chronicle about the restoration of a run-down cottage in Pasadena’s Historic Highlands neighborhood. Bill and his wife, Sheryl Scott, are both graphic designers and do-it-yourselfers who have expectedly found themselves headed for a year of home-improvement adventures. Look for part 3 next week.

Mark (left) and Mike (right), with another pal

Thirteen years ago, Sheryl and I moved into a little bungalow on a corner lot in north Pasadena. One of the more unusual features of the property was a large rusty bird pen constructed from 2 1/2″ steel pipe, lumber, tree limbs and heavy screen. The pipe frame roughly formed the outline of a cube, about nine feet in each direction, give or take. At the base, the pipes were embedded into a concrete pad that would, were it not for the eagle’s nest, make for a lovely patio. The tools at my disposal were a small propane/oxygen torch, a cheap hacksaw and about 29 year’s worth of stubborn rage. I threw them all into the goal of disassembling the welded monstrosity.

(I’ve always been good at daunting tasks, because I never look at the whole project before me. The fact that it took an hour to get a third of the way through one of the four concrete-embedded cage legs did not register as a potential sum of 12 hours of hacksawing — in truth, probably more than that, as the blade would continually dull and need replacing. Rather, I saw it as me thoroughly kicking the ass of one-third of a pipe.)

The sawing and swearing must have caught the ears of my neighbors because, at about the halfway mark of the first pipe, three rough-looking, middle-aged men came sauntering through the open gate of our back yard. Note to self: Close gate. They were friendly enough, introducing themselves as Mike, Rick and Mark, asking what I was doing and then telling Sheryl and I the story of the cage and how Paul, the former owner, used to keep large exotic birds in there as pets. Then, with an envigorated sense of purpose, Mike left to retrieve an acetylene torch, Rick went to grab a Sawzall from his truck and Mark left to grab some beer. It’s worth noting that each of them was already carrying a can of beer.

Once they returned, in less time than it would have taken me to defeat half a pipe, Mike and Rick had the cage cut down and into manageable pieces. Mark, who I learned owned the house across the street, kept the beer from getting warm — mostly by drinking it. It was the start of a long, strange friendship.

Look for “Karma & the Cottage: Part 3″ next week. You can also discover more of Bill and Sheryl’s journey in home improvement on Bill’s blog, Wood & Bones.

2 Responses for “Karma & the Cottage, Part 2”

  1. Matt Hormann says:

    I’m enjoying this series.

  2. Bill Smith says:

    Thank you, sir.
    My wife and I were very happy to read your piece on Cinema 21. We live just down the street and have always been curious about the history and future of that space.



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