There have been rumblings of revolution if I don’t finish this titillating tale so here goes. (But feel free to forgo the popcorn and Milk Duds—like a Stephen King novel, after a strong beginning, it finishes up rather weakly.)
Lovely tiled hearth
Okay, so here we were, my bro-in-law Ken and me, out back of this old tumble-down “mansion.”
We gained entry to the main house through a rear courtyard, in which we discovered, to our delight, a lovely blue-tiled hearth still in a pristine state. Tile holds up nicely to the onslaught of the elements; stucco not so much.
In the center of the courtyard, beneath a gnarly old live oak, was a two-tiered fountain in matching blue tile. While the tile itself was in surprisingly good shape, the scummy pond water it contained looked to be brewing interesting new life forms of the next epoch. Eek. Read the rest of this entry »
