I recently got back from a few heavely days on Fisher's Island. While it goes without saying that the company was the kind of company one hopes will greet on at the pearly gates, it's the house I will wax poetic on here. O, the house! It was a rambling old shingled mansion right on the water, with a kitchen to spend the rest of your life in, a porch to put southerners to shame, art by family and friends, and curiosities covering every available surface, and nooks and crannies inside every nook and cranny. Even as I was living it, I felt as though I were living in a photo album of "those were the days..."
Of course I took tons of photos of the house, but when I tried to download them, my computer ate them. Luckily, Deenah took a bunch of pictures too and while her concerns are primarily human, if you look past the peoples you can get a sense of the house.
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