My old dreams

I love old churches.

The smells, the old wood etc. are the things that pull my heart strings. My dad was a Protestant minister, and I was always getting dragged out to his buddy’s churches, and I developed a love for the old buildings. While I’m not overly religious (let’s just say I’m spiritual and not into organized religion), I still have an affection for the old buildings.

A few years ago in a quaint village near my house in Northwestern Connecticut, an old Episcopal Church came on the market for sale. I couldn’t afford to buy it, but I though it would have been really cool to have my writing office in the old church and live in part of it. Maybe someday…..