“Home is where your heart is”, was my wife’s favorite phrase when fussing at me for spending so much time at the golf course, but of course she was wrong. If that were true I’d be living on one of the many golf courses around here. OOPS, I forgot, I can’t afford to live on one of the golf courses around here.  When I think of home I think of warmth, laughter, children, grandchildren, wife, brothers and sisters. So where we gather as a family, be it two or all of us, that is home. I’ve decided to share a photo of an old abandoned homestead and let the viewer’s imagination decide what kind of home this was.