Bones in the Attic

I lived in a bizarre little house as a child. It was incredibly tall and thin,

like an attached house except free-standing, with three floors, a basement and an attic.

It was full of quirks, such as two fully-functional fireplaces, a shower stall in the center of the

basement, a backyard so small that you could not take five paces without hitting

the fence, and an old-timey rope-pull dumbwaiter that led from the kitchen to my bedroom.

I loved that weird little place, but unfortunately it was incredibly old and half of

its charm was the fact that it seemed to have been designed by an inarticulate conclave of lunatics,

and eventually the repair costs exceeded what my parents were willing to sink into it,