Finding His Way Home

I LOVE MY HOUSE, but when I first visited, I didn’t love it.

In fairness, my immediate reaction was not to the nondescript rooms in the typical modern New England Colonial. It was to the odor of wet wood that came from the fireplace where the damper had been left open and the rain poured in. The odor permeated the house so strongly that I made a dash for the door. Bewildered, the sales