Have you been to my house? Of course you haven't, but let me assure you the place is without a doubt the most unreal piece of real estate in 3 counties. We have varying numbers and ages of kids living here (over 30 in the past 7 years) with many different family problems that have caused them undue amounts of grief at far too early an age. We also have 9 cats, a weimaraner who thinks he's a cat in self defense, and assorted neighbor critters that every once in awhile just wander in. Karen and I freely admit that this ain't Ozzie and Harriet. Not to mention that I'm an aging 60's radical living in a tiny village (12 streets) building weird instruments and all that. Then there are the unfinished front 2 rooms where the money and energy never seem to come together. Fortunately it's a huge house covering most all of the lot and this holds down the mowing.

I have a feeling that one day I'll turn to my son Michael and say, "Some day Son, all this will be yours." And he'll respond, "How much will it take for you to keep it Dad?"

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