
Weston, Massachusetts
This is a scene I dramatically pointed out to a well dressed, impeccably behaved 6 year old at a recent open house I attended. This skeleton was left in the barn attic window a year and a half ago when the owners moved.
I pointed it out because the house for sale was built by my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather...the house and land are exactly what we have been searching for but the asking price is twice what we can afford. The child's parents could clearly afford the property...but hopefully moved on to fall in love with a place that had skeletons in the closet that belong to someone other than me.