tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654424118454391820.post4609911428186243030..comments2023-10-11T06:57:33.664-07:00Comments on Researching Phebe: So, this happened yesterday.Penelopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09856584089629370277noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654424118454391820.post-83427232823223344722012-02-22T19:04:24.651-08:002012-02-22T19:04:24.651-08:00Oh, my heart is breaking for you. I still remember...Oh, my heart is breaking for you. I still remember this one house we saw, a good 150+ yrs old, but it backed up onto Rte 22 and it had a Burger King behind it. I still imagine myself on the old porch, or in the tiny but perfect living room. I tried to convince Paul that I could live with the smell of whoppers wafting over the lawn and that we could tell ourselves that the traffic sounds were the waves at the ocean because didn't this house really deserve to be in Massachusetts anyway? But no, we drove away. Sniff.Paula Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03415027133555492625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654424118454391820.post-11086636920645412922012-01-06T18:06:18.490-08:002012-01-06T18:06:18.490-08:00I sound kind of snotty here. Huh.
I don't th...I sound kind of snotty here. Huh.<br /><br />I don't think the house really warranted a call to Child Services. Not really. And I realize how truly lucky I am. The whole day was so surreal, this wonderful old house that somehow had survived intact in juxtaposition with all that crap. Modern crap. Surreal. OK then, I feel better.Penelopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09856584089629370277noreply@blogger.com