Autumn 1989.

1. 
   Vasha 2008 05 02 at 5:45:41 pm

   Rats—I love ‘em! My former downstairs neighbors had three of them and I used to keep finding excuses to go down and play with them. Of course, then I was enthusing to a friend about how much fun it is to have rats run all over you and her response was “Eww!” No accounting…

2. 
   R. Mildred 2008 05 02 at 6:52:34 pm

   So THAT’S where the eighties went!

   I did wonder.

   Mullet-boy + rat = collapse of communism?

3. 
   Chris Clarke 2008 05 02 at 8:14:23 pm

   Mullet-boy + rat = rat-tail mullet.

4. 
   Ron Sullivan 2008 05 02 at 9:01:46 pm

   If I’m right about which house that is, it’s the least decorated I’ve seen it.

5. 
   MBW 2008 05 03 at 9:51:22 am

   Our 11 year old fearless daughter caught a California King snake a few days ago, and it was all I could do to convince her that, no, she couldn’t keep it as a pet.  I won’t show her these picks, or we’ll be shopping for a rat in no time.

6. 
   Rob G 2008 05 03 at 1:22:30 pm

   “Freda Katz”. Jesus, I just got that. Shoot me now.

7. 
   Chris Clarke 2008 05 03 at 2:37:08 pm

   When these were taken, Jason, I was actually living in the home of one Marcia Donahue, who is perhaps the most profound influence on my gardening style ever. Her garden gets more press than her interior decorating, which is similar in spirit, and was obviously a work in progress when these shots were taken.

8. 
   Chris Clarke 2008 05 03 at 2:42:15 pm

   oh, and to clarify: the “husband Chris” mentioned in that linked article isn’t me. There were two Chrisses in the house for a while. This was less confusing than it could have been.