Welcome to my basement.
As you might have gathered from the piles of crap strewn haphazardly about, this isn't exactly my favorite space. In a word, it's creepy. The room is barely lit, casting strange shadows and leaving corners darkened. Then there's the creaking ductwork, dangling wires, and groaning pipes. Spend a few minutes down there alone at night and your imagination really starts going into overdrive.
The cobwebs are a nice touch too, don't you think?
Also, I'm fairly certain that at some point a deformed, masked maniac is going to burst from this coal room door and axe/chainsaw murder the hell out of me while I'm folding my undies. That's why I carry a mini souvenir baseball bat in my laundry basket (Yes, I actually do this.), though I have serious doubts as to whether that will be enough firepower to put down any murderous, coal room dwelling monsters should they decide to make their move on me.
Imaginary axe murdering lunatics aside, there is some pretty cool stuff down here...
I'm not too familiar with these things. How does one determine its maker? There's no flu lever or label on the collar, which I've seen on many Preways, and the base as well as the screen handles look different than the Malm version. Looks like we have ourselves another mystery piece, folks.
What I do know is that it came in great condition with an electric heater and set of fake logs for an unbelievably price.
One we get things wired up, I'll have to pluck up the courage to move it back up to its new home in the sunroom. Until then, I'm just getting my laundry done and getting out of here.