The nice blog 0511

The first time I opened a plaster wall in a 1920s bungalow in Old Towne Orange, a bundle of brittle cloth-wrapped conductors fell out like a handful of dry spaghetti. That house had stood through earthquakes, remodels, and at least five paint jobs. The wiring had survived too, but just barely. The homeowners wondered why the lights dimmed when the toaster ran. The real problem was older than any appliance in their kitchen. Knob and tube wiring still hides in a surprising