123 W. BLOSSOM St. — otherwise known as the house I lived in for a year and a half — is torn to shreds last week.					   		        	        Ian Stepleton photo
123 W. BLOSSOM St. — otherwise known as the house I lived in for a year and a half — is torn to shreds last week. Ian Stepleton photo

     THIS IS GOING TO SEEM like an odd anecdote for late-January, but hear me out. ...

     It was 1999, and earlier that year, a college buddy of mine had suggested renting a house.

     Keep in mind, we were both maybe a year removed from flipping the tassels on our Ripon College mortarboards.

     Getting out of an apartment — and away from what still felt like dorm-style living — seemed great!

     So, come Thanksgiving 1999, it seemed only natural that we should cut down a real tree for Christmas. ...

     We got it back ... the tree came pre-adorned with its at least one ornament of its own: something small with four legs.

     Just after the tree came in, we started seeing something scurrying about the house. ...

     Just this past week, I watched that house — the first true house I lived in, in Ripon — as it was torn down.

     To say it was a bittersweet moment would be an understatement.

     Sure, it had been nearly two decades since I lived there.

     I never owned the house; I just rented it. And, yes, I only lived there 18 months.

     But what an 18 months it was. ...

     To read the entire column, see the Jan. 31. 2019 edition of The Ripon Commonwealth Press.