It is the ugliest of the dozen houses they tour, the front porch sagging into an overgrown yard; loose shingles like briquettes of charcoal; a worn, inexact purple trim; and a sign, one hundred and twenty-nine years old, over the door: Circa 1869.
It is the ugliest of the dozen houses they tour, the front porch sagging into an overgrown yard; loose shingles like briquettes of charcoal; a worn, inexact purple trim; and a sign, one hundred and twenty-nine years old, over the door: Circa 1869.