Over the years I’ve had dreams about a house I lived in back the mid 1960’s. It was a very small all-brick place in Sanford, Michigan. When I say all-brick, I mean ALL of the walls were brick inside and out. There was 6″ of styrofoam between the outter and inner walls.

The living room featured a lovely fireplace and big mahogany beam.

It was hidden away in a setting of huge white pine trees; very nice, but the problem was the size of the place. The one-car garage, tiny kitchen, and very, very small bathroom cramped the place. Overall it was the least impressive of the houses I lived in over the years, but it was undoubtedly the most memorable.

I’m still dreaming about it. Not the place in Frankenmuth with four bathrooms nor the lovely 2,200 ft. place on the lake in Thomas Township. Both of those were much more valuable and lovely but that tiny place in Sanford still makes it into my dreams.