(A test post containing lyrics I like too much to delete)

This is the house that Jack Built, y'all.

Remember this house.

This is the land that he worked by hand. It was the dream of an upright man. Here is a room that was filled with love. It was a love that I was proud of. This is the life and the love that we planned, a love and life we loved, in the house that Jack built.

Remember this house.

There was a fence that held our love. There was a gate that he walked out of. Here is a heart that has turned to stone. This is a house, but it ain't no home. This is the love that I destroyed, or a dream that I thought was love, in the house that Jack built.

Remember this house.

(Neither the blog nor the placeholder post are endorsed by Aretha Franklin or songwriters Bobby Lance and Fran Robins. But they'd rock with us, if they knew.)

Real posts coming soon!