I love this town and her ravishing beauties—homes with old bones that have been lovingly kept or restored. For some reason or other I always want to break out in that chorus: “Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones…” when I’m close to one of these lovelies. It’s after lunch and I’m now on tour […]
“And here’s where the slop from the operating room went,” says Rosemary, as she lifts up the lid from a counter in a small pantry which now used for storage. I have visions of guts and gore plopping into slop buckets below. I’m visiting Rosemary Guyette and Dick Pothier at their home on Sycamore Street. […]
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