Home Is Where The House Is.

Despite a convincing performance over the last five years, my parents don't really want to spend their golden years in a Florida trailer park. And I've written several times about how my inexplicably and suddenly uber-liberal father has foiled the evil President Bush, taken his money out of the flailing stock market, and secured it in a house. They bought the 2-acre parcel of land on the banks of Ontario's Big Rideau Lake just outside of Portland back in 2000 - and finally, after painful battles with the lake nazis, 2 sets of blueprints and a rash of violent sobbing, there's an actual physical dwelling in the Pye family once again.



Click here to visit the full gallery of what could be considered our first real weekend trip 'home' in 5 years. It was quite exhilarating, fun and emotional in between all of the parentally-requested landscaping, and I'll be back up there again just as soon as is humanly possible. For more landscaping, no doubt.