A curious find...

Starting about halfway through 10th grade, I spent a lot of weekend time at my grandmother's apartment while my parents drove around looking at houses. On remaining weekends, I'd go along with them and experience that exquisite boredom known only by the radically indifferent. Here and there, I'd pick up some valuable insights about my father's opinion of modern workmanship, eerily similar in tone and scatalogical content to remarks I heard some years later from Marine drill instructors on the quality of manhood that had been recruited into their beloved Corps.

Our family ended up in the house I am in now, and yesterday, while going through some of my stepfather's papers, I found a curious drawing—my stepdad worked for many years as a draftsman—of what would appear to be his "dream house." I was struck by how similar that drawing was to the layout of this house, and even more so by the date on the drawing—1959—which predated their purchase of this house by eight years.

It makes me wonder if—during all that other house-hunting hullaballoo—there wasn't something in the back of my stepdad's mind that kept him looking until he saw something adequately similar to that drawing.

* * *A pile of work came in, but I couldn't wrap my mind around it very well, so it looks as if I'll be working at least part of tomorrow and Sunday.

Cheers...