We purchased an old home in northern New York State
from an elderly widow.
Winter was fast approaching and I was concerned about
the house’s lack of insulation. “If they could live here all
those years, so can we,” my husband confidently declared.
One November night, the temperature plunged to below
zero and we woke up to find our interior walls covered
with frost. My husband called the old lady to ask how
they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief
conversation, he hung up.
“For the past 30 years,” he muttered, “they’ve gone to
Florida for the winter.”
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