The story of the changing of hands since we sold the house is an odd one.
We sold our shop we had at the time to a fella, and shortly thereafter, the same fella bought our house from the people who bought it from us. Shortly after we moved out of town, he started befriending my dad's friends. I don't know if he wanted to be my dad, or what was going on, exactly. If he was, he should have taken better care of his buildings. The DPW in town has barricades around our old shop, because he demoed load-bearing walls and the building is collapsing. Sad end to a beautiful 1853 brick storefront.
I am actually sad that I even bothered to drive past. Seeing "home" the way it is now just makes me want to vomit.