If you lived here, you’d be laid by now!

If it was 1973, anyway. It all bespeaks a life of taste and wealth - the mezzanine with endless rows of books, the guitar to indicate your sensitive troubadour side, the TV sized just right for watching Kojak while you blow a number of primo Columbian (hey, Kojac may be The Man, but he’s solid) the TEAC reel-to-reel to show off your hip jazz tapes.

W hat’s with the empty two-story bookcase? Is that an emergency ladder in case your date catches fire and you have to make it downstairs FAST?