My one and only Murphy bed - (loved it) - was in my first studio apartment in San Diego on the ninth floor overlooking downtown and the bay. Two months after I moved in, the ancient house across the street was torn down, a 12-story condo built in its place and blocked my view. And the cucarachas moved in.

p.s. - The number of responses to your post are getting pretty close to my age.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.