the house that Jack built

Hey, it's Kelton. Thanks for being here. If you missed the first edition describing how we ended up in a tiny mountain town at 10,000 feet, read this. Also, quite a few pictures in the email below so do what you need to to make them appear. My first memory is of wallpaper. I was 2 years old, seeing my room in our new home in rural Ohio for the first time. The wallpaper was chunky orange flowers. No green leaves. Just massive, monstrous, ugly orange flowers.

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