Jan 10
3 min read
An Old Man And His Old Houses
They Become Like Friends After Awhile
I have always lived in old houses, old at least by American standards. My first home, the one where I was raised, was built in 1863. It had a barn in the backyard that once had been used to store a carriage and horses. For us kids, it was a giant playhouse, especially the hayloft. It also served as the backstop for games of whiffle ball and stickball…
