And the saga...ends...I hope
So, there I was, outside on a beautiful spring day, noting the change in the dogwoods from flowers to foliage, crusing at 95 in my GTO, Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” awash in my ears. The tranny hummed a mechanical song beneath my fingertips, comfortably loping in 6th gear.
Life is good when your new house is perfect.
Philip Preston (of “Preston Home Inspections” fame) had given his stamp of approval (“It’s one hell of a house, man”), with his wife/gf/squeeze’s agreement.