No, you’re not about to read my attempt at a suspense novel aimed at gawky pre-teen boys who have an insatiable lust for adventure and mystery solving. Although, there is a book involved, and also a bit of a mystery. A missing person’s case, if you will. Did I mention that these persons are dead and buried somewhere on our property?
On my very first visit to Howard Hall, we spent the majority of the evening on the porch that spans the entire width of the back of the house. The view was incredible. The Hudson, framed by acres and acres of trees, lolled by in the distance. The feeling of it all being so close you could touch it was amplified by the fact that the railing had yet to be installed. The scene felt like a Hudson River School painting that I could walk right into, Mary Poppins style.