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One thing I’ve always liked about Darfield is the town’s “oldness,” the way the whole little village looks like it came from about 1920 (which most of it probably did). The streets are wide and lined with big old elm and oak trees, and behind the trees sit the houses. Big two- and three-story places, with porches that run all the way around the front, houses that really do have the character that real estate listings always claim. Every time I drive through the place, I feel nostalgic for the small town America that was gone before I was born, or perhaps never really existed.

Fortunately my nostalgia is tempered with practicality. Jenny and I were not crazy enough to buy one of those old places – far too much upkeep! When I get home from work I do not want to spend my evenings installing new plumbing, replastering walls, and fixing rotting floor boards.