Yes... but the story is essentially the story that was told to me by Irene Boyd( neé Smith), my parents' first landlady. When she told us this story, Irene, a devout Catholic, took her Bible and swore on it that the story was true. I believed her.
My parents moved to Sacramento in 1938 when my dad got a job as an aircraft mechanic at McClellan Army Air Base. They did not have enough for a deposit on an apartment but Irene took pity on them (it was raining) and rented them a third floor flat on the corner of 22nd and I streets. Irene lived in the first floor apartment... which is where I heard the story when I was about 13 years old.
(By the way, my mother's 91st Birthday is Friday.)
I believed it all until the part about the Mac getting a virus. :-)