Here’s a story for ya….
Robb and I were talking and somehow my first house came up. I ALWAYS call that house “My cracker box house” I told him a story about how on the front stairs I had a two rod iron railings one on each side. Not two long after I moved in, but I can’t remember if I was married yet and I feel like I wasn’t… anyway, the three yr old little boy and his two siblings had come over and…. Nope, wasn’t married…. Chad, Darrin and I were sitting in the porch, we once told them that French fries were made out of cats…. Got a parent at my door for that…When the 3yr old put his head between the bars and was stuck because… EARS aren’t flat on the way back out. So Doug came over and removed the bar. 34+ years later and that bar is still missing!! You can see it on Zillow, which is how I showed Robb. I told him that that house has seen a lot! Me moving in with 6yr old son. Parties, roommates dark depression, laughs, late night dart games or card games, beers after softball, me...