It is only the most impressive "grandma" home I have ever seen. A place that all of my children, grandchildren, friends and relatives can comfortably fit to visit, even all at the same time. Of course the old wiring would have made it impossible for them to plug in and use their hair dryers because it did not have enough amplicity (or some kind of electrical word and means not enough amps). Flushing the toilet might also be entertaining with the fountains of water splurting out of the old pipes and washing down the walls. In fact we might all be washed away by the rain cascading past the crumbled sheathing that is suppose to support the roofing shingles. The columns in the entry stand like sentinels guarding the dry rot and decay that lurk beneath intricate floorboard patterns created by some long gone craftsman. I loved that house and now I must let it go and get on with my dream of retiring in warm, sunny Florida. It isn't all bad, is it?