I am writing my column this week from Tucson, Ariz. I am here watching my son play baseball with the Middlebury College Panthers on their annual spring break trip. Ten games in eight days, with the final three against archrival Williams.
In two weeks, my parents will move to Vermont from the town in Northern Virginia where I grew up, their home for 37 years.
More on that later; for today all you need to know is their new front door in Vermont needs work. Everyone – the real estate agent, the sellers, the contractors they consulted – agreed that the door should be repainted or replaced, and that the doorstep needs to be repaired.