"Look at that porch," I exclaimed as we topped a small rise. We were driving on a back road in the Shenandoah Valley, heading north and home after spending a few days visiting with Nancy's Mom. "Stop," Nancy shouted, "take a picture." I had already passed the house and could not turn around on the narrow road until we came to the next driveway. Driving back to the house with the fantastic porch I saw two men on one of the back porches. This house had porches in the front, on the back, on the sides of the house as well as porches on the second story. There are seven porches in all. Parking in the driveway I walked to where the two men stood, talking. "We were driving by, heading home and saw you house.
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