Seems like an appropriate time of year to repost this story.
About seven years ago, my young adult son moved into the big white farm house on our other farm. We have two farms located near each other in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia and both homes are well over one hundred years old, going on two. Some of his guy friends moved in and everything was fine, then he and his fiancée (now wife) got to work remodeling the house. At first, no one thought much about the noises. Neither of them...
Published on October 08, 2009 06:45