FRIENDSHIP COTTAGE: The Little House that Big Jack Built

One day, while at work in Washington D.C., my brother, Jack, (age 25) walked into the office of his boss and spoke the prophetic words: "l quit." He did not have a new job. But, what he did have in his back pocket was the copy of his deed to an as-yet-unseen, twelve acre woodlot in a small, New England town. Jack knew no one living there. But so began his special journey to realize his life-long d...