I was inspecting a 64 year old flip house today. Got to the basement stairs and looked down and got a little nervous. First of all, there wasn't a handrail. Second, the stairs were pretty steep, and thirdly, I could not see the bottom step. The last step looked like it ended a few feet above the floor.
So I decided to proceed slowly and be ready for a sudden trip to the floor. I got to the bottom and just had a hard time figuring out just what they might have been thinking.
I got enough photos on this house to make up at least a dozen blogs. Stay tuned for more postcards from the fringe. Got to love those flippers