Hey, it’s good to be back home again
I was having a drink with a long time source of mine in New York at the Capitol Grille and we were talking about home and architects and renovating. He found a magical place in the Hamptons and built himself a tree house that my house could easily slip inside of. I told him that there was nothing like being home and sitting on my front porch watching the bayou and the people and animals going by. Nothing like it at all.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend……