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Tearing Down the House by: David Leonhardt Last year, we bought this big ol' 1887 house. We are just now coming to grips with the magnitude of the 'upgrades' planned. With a baby on the way and Little Lady all of two years old burning calories faster than pillagers burn the Amazon rainforest, how tough can 'upgrades' really be? Ever since we bought the house, my wife has been urging me to tear 'that thing' down. 'That thing', at the foot of our lane, had been a shelter to keep kids dry while waiting for the school bus. It had seen better days. Like when paint could still be seen on the wood. Like when it stood upright '“ taller even than the weeds! '“ before gravity won the battle. 'That thing' was our very own Roman ruins ... minus the Roman part, of course. So I finally tore it down. 'What?' my wife asked. 'You tore it down?' 'Yup.' 'But how will people find us, now?' We had used 'that thing' as a marker, even a beacon. 'Turn right on County Road '7
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