I suppose it was inevitable. Neglect to buy your grandmother’s 100-year-old house in Mississippi and someone else will turn it into a business–or, in this case, a government-funded rehab center for the emotionally-disturbed. Hence the added railing on the front porch and the wheelchair access ramp there on the left. But since my late father, who was said to have been born in the front bedroom on the left-hand side, didn’t see any need to keep it, I couldn’t decide why I should. Sentiment inevitably collides with money, I suppose, especially when the sentimental aren’t rich to begin with.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
You mean you aren’t rich?
Well, that did it.
Sorry to disappoint you.
Still, rather an imposing structure.
The outside is. The inside has been remodeled several times since my father sold the place in 1960, including dismantling the four fireplaces that provided heating, and covering the wood flooring with carpet. So when it came on the market again a few years ago, I couldn’t make up my mind what to do. While I was ruminating, it sold quickly.