Plugging the hole, or sometimes you must vent

When my dear wife Karen and I moved into A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville, the master bedroom came equipped with one gaping hole. At the bottom was where the heat came out. At the top we saw the plug from the mounted TV … in the living room on the other…

The peak and the porch

You don’t own your house, your house owns you. Or something like that. Anyway, the darned peak of our vinyl siding fell off the top of the front of the Little Bitty again. Damn, I wish that phone number of the contractor who put the stuff on the house worked. That guarantee he sold us…