Let Inga Tell You: I’ve written before about living in a house in the Twilight Zone. I’m still trying to figure out if we’d have to disclose this if we ever sell. The house was built in 1947, so you’d think the city would have caught on by now that it’s here. But several city databases — Environmental Services (trash pickup) and Transportation Services (public transit) still maintain there is no such address. I could accept this, except that the San Diego County Tax Assessor’s Office knows where we are. It’s a quirky address. I get it. The next door neighbor to the south has a different street name. The houses directly to the east and north of me have yet another street name. For a while last year, the Post Office had the five houses on my street that have the same street name on three different postal routes. (The only reason our water hasn’t been turned off is that we can now pay most bills on line.) But I’ll save the Post Office issues for a 10-part series in the future.