Comments on: Old House http://www.farrfeed.com/2006/07/07/old-house-2/ John Hamilton Farr's Living Planet Mystery Tales from Taos, New Mexico Sat, 11 Feb 2012 03:21:23 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: John http://www.farrfeed.com/2006/07/07/old-house-2/comment-page-1/#comment-4336 John Mon, 10 Jul 2006 03:56:37 +0000 http://www.farrfeed.com/2006/07/07/old-house-2/#comment-4336 I honestly don't know whether my wife believes you can't go back. I'm convinced, though. It just doesn't work, on so many levels. Yes, even better if you don't want to. I don't. I honestly don’t know whether my wife believes you can’t go back. I’m convinced, though. It just doesn’t work, on so many levels.

Yes, even better if you don’t want to. I don’t.

]]> By: George Stamas http://www.farrfeed.com/2006/07/07/old-house-2/comment-page-1/#comment-4335 George Stamas Sun, 09 Jul 2006 21:06:49 +0000 http://www.farrfeed.com/2006/07/07/old-house-2/#comment-4335 Know all about that. I once I owned a house in Southern California. The oldest Spanish style house on a cul-de-sac. The flat roof leaked, the driveway required 4W drive to navigate, with a garage door that allowed about an inch on each side of the vehicle, and a yard way to big for anything I wanted to do in it. When I woke up to the fact that cul-de-sac meant road-to-nowhere, I sold it. Years later while in San Diego for an art exhibit, I drove by the old place. It had been converted to a monster house. HUGE. Tri-level, giant garage, paved circular driveway. It represented everything I did not aspire to. It's true that you can never go back. It's even better if you don't want to. Know all about that. I once I owned a house in Southern California. The oldest Spanish style house on a cul-de-sac. The flat roof leaked, the driveway required 4W drive to navigate, with a garage door that allowed about an inch on each side of the vehicle, and a yard way to big for anything I wanted to do in it. When I woke up to the fact that cul-de-sac meant road-to-nowhere, I sold it. Years later while in San Diego for an art exhibit, I drove by the old place. It had been converted to a monster house. HUGE. Tri-level, giant garage, paved circular driveway. It represented everything I did not aspire to. It’s true that you can never go back. It’s even better if you don’t want to.

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