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Conflict
August 04, 2006

We heard back from our house buyers yesterday. I tried to write about it as soon as I heard, but WordPress ate my post. (There’s a whole new article on conflict, let me tell you…) Essentially, the deal sucks.

They basically want $10,000 to replace the windows and HVAC in our house. We don’t think it’s reasonable to request these repairs, much less ask for so much money to perform them. I seriously question whether these folks actually want the house or if they’re just toying with us.

This mortgage stuff is going to seem complicated later when we look back at it and wonder why we are living in a cardboard box, so I’ll try to record what the deal is as clearly as I can.

Hiking the Appalachian Trail
August 04, 2006

During the summer when I was 12, my parents decided that it would be a good idea to get me out of their hair while they dug up the back yard to get at the sewer system. So on that week, they sent me on a special trip to Camp Sandy Hill.

Camp Sandy Hill is a Christian camp. They do things that regular camps do, but with a Christian spirit and other Christian activities mixed in. There are regular prayer times, and all of the camp songs are about Jesus or God or the bounty of God or how God smote someone bad or raised up soemone who was good or maybe Noah. You get the idea.

I wouldn’t actually be staying at the camp. I would be part of a group of hikers taking backpacks across many miles of the Appalachian Trail. As a former scout, camping wasn’t unknown to me, although this would be my first time out in the wilderness with only a backpack for supplies and feet for transportation.

118 Logan Ave.
August 02, 2006

We’re only going to be living in Downingtown for a couple more weeks. Every other day, I drive past a house at 118 Logan Ave. where we lived until I was 10 years old.

If I remember correctly, these houses were built with the intention of being used by the families of the people who worked at the Sonoco paper plant across the street. My grandfather used to work at that plant, and his office was only a short walk away.

The house is now completely boarded up. I walked around the ground and took pictures, since I don’t have any from when we lived there, and I still have memories of the place.