7/22/2009Our house. And it is a very, very, fine (thank you, Stephen Stills) house. When we first saw it, I didn’t want to go in. The house didn’t look like anything from the street, or anything else on the street, and hardly anything else in the city. It wasn’t a four square. It wasn’t a cottage. It was pink. There was a strange four car stone garage, that looked, to me, like Tobacco Road.