I need a diversion from everyday life, so I decided to re-open the history of the house investigation.

After our golden retriever had been put down, I decided I would drive him to the pet crematorium. Big mistake.

The envelope was addressed to occupant. “Photos” had been hand written in the corner.

This was episode 10, the first podcast of 2020. I reflect on giving birth in the dead of winter and bringing a newborn home to a house that looked more like a bombed out hell hole than a home.

It was so hot in the house . . . sometimes, at night, I would just get into the car and drive around with the air-conditioner on to cool off.

I wondered how the original owners of the house managed to keep cool in summer?

We named her Bob after Bob Vila.

We decided to get a puppy to prepare ourselves for parenthood. If we could handle a dog, how hard could a baby be?