The boys play in the backyard. My wife loves planting and killing flowers. And I'm happy to have a driveway. While I love the permanent parking spot, I still can't seem to adapt to the suburbs.
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After nearly two years of discussion, drawing architectural plans and dealing with town bureaucracy, construction -- or should I say destruction -- began on our home.
As a man who has been perpetrating snow jobs all his life (55 years and counting) I can safely say that the recent blizzard dumped more of the white stuff on my driveway than anywhere else on the East Coast.
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