I always had this image of myself living in a seaside cottage in New England somewhere. Equipped of course w/ a huge fireplace before which I would put my feet up and read my beloved horror novels (works of King & Lovecraft taking on an especially eerie ring, given the setting), w/ a view of the sea so dark it was almost black crashing on the rocks visible from the leaded glass window. Dog of moderately large size & indeterminate breed curled up beside the overstuffed wing chair's legs.
I know, "It's so fucking cold in New England though". But I don't mind cold as much as heat. I can bundle up and stoke a fire and be just fine, thanks. And I like the idea of having snow once in awhile. In SC, it's hot as balls in the summer, which I can't stand. And it NEVER snows. I'd miss that. Besides, I don't golf. One of the great ironies of my life.
So I thought it might be amusing to see what my fellow Chewers have in mind for themselves when they take down the sign & call it a day for the last time. Anyone care to share?











