101 Elder Road

The house on Elder Street is old, menopausal in fact, with no signs of children at play. A lovingly maintained lawn rolls gently from front porch to the vine-covered mailbox standing guard alongside the blacktop pavement. No fences hinder a visitor, four-legged or two. Built of strong stuff, possessing a concrete foundation, its exterior is real brick - not veneer. Belonging once to a king, this castle’s only turret is a mighty stone chimney capable of warming hearth and hearts. Inside, a man could serenade his wife while she let down her hair without the neighbors hearing. Then why the carefully stenciled ‘Reduced for Quick Sale’ sign plunged deeply into the earth near the verdigris number marker? Why not instead, ‘Costs More – Appreciated with Age’? Weathered house or leathered man – fewer days of existence makes one more desirable, they say. Sometimes outward blemishes become more a factor in determining worth than warmth, character, and undeniable inner-charm, but true value can be recognized in the beauty of a deal, not curb appeal. 101 Elder Road would be a good investment. The spirit within comes free.