We were heading to the airport but were forced off the road by a surprising torrent of rain. Since we were on the north service road, I suggested to The Boy that we look at the farm where I lived as a boy in the '70s. Much to my surprise, there was a mansion there. We did a u-turn and left the current residents to their peace. Compare the house above with the humbler abode, featuring my brother and my Oma's dog.