In 1978, I thought if we had a swimming pool and tennis courts—at our house—it would be nirvana. My brothers and I practiced our strokes and swings and plotted and planned how we could build them ourselves. When we saw our neighbor mixing concrete in a wheelbarrow, we had a plan and were ready to set it in motion. When you’re ten years old, you don’t kn…
THE DEN
Could it be the only room you need?
