I'd love to live in a stout little house like this. I'm not sure
how we got to the point where everything (cars, houses, waistlines)
in America has to be bigger and bigger.

This house has everything I'd need and want: enough room but not
so much room I'd keep bringing more and more things home that I don't
really need, a small yard to tend but not so big that it feels like
a chore, and, it so happens, a great central location close to all
the things that are important to me. Most important, it has character.

Posting a bit early because I'm off for nearly a week of business
travel, IF I can get on the airplane with my interim paper driver's
license (and an old expired one with my picture).