As a child, I just knew that if
our house had an upstairs it
would be better, grander. My
life would be more like the ones
on TV. Later, it was the fancy
wedding that would make
these things true, the elegant
candlesticks and table settings
registered for at the shopping
center. For him, it was golf
clubs in the closet, the sailboat
he never had time to sail, the
vintage Porsche gathering dust
in the carport. In truth, an
upstairs makes it hard to get
around if you hurt your knee.
It turns out that little ranch
homes have their advantages.
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