Time for a new direction ... I’m thinking there’s a lot more that could be done here beyond endless bloggle about IT and coffee. Others seem to be thinking the same and have let me know.

The house at 177 _____ Street sits atop a crest of land that runs along the west side of the river ... though how that body of water which is clearly a bay fed by no freshwater other than runoff from the surrounding shores ever became known as a river is a mystery ... or maybe not a mystery at all ... but it’s something I’m not going to research as it is unlikely to have any bearing on the stories I am intending to relate regarding myself and my neighbors living at 177.

I’ll not concern myself with the history of the house either beyond observing that it seems one of the oldest dwellings in the area ... certainly older than the ranches built twenty or thirty years ago, or the condominium complexes from ten years back and the mammoth Disney-like cottages wrapped in verandas being built currently ... but not so old as to have any particular historical significance ... certainly the house does not date back before revolutionary time though there are some rooms in the cellar with a certain "agedness" where times even earlier seem just out of sight in the dark corners past the cobwebs ... that last seems just a little too much like I’m setting the stage for something that Stephen King might imagine ... I’m not ... the lives of the people at 177 are pretty much ordinary ... well almost ... or at least as far as I know they are, though as I discover and reveal them in the next few months maybe we will learn otherwise ... unless I am distracted by other amusements and fail to follow through with this project. ( to be continued ...)