A Writing Room

A room ded­i­cated to writing—that’s an ideal for any author. Or not. Some authors pre­fer tot­ing a lap­top or pen­cil and paper to the local cof­fee shop, or out­doors where there’s a lovely view and pleas­ant weather.

Years ago, when I was a twenty-something and liv­ing in Seat­tle, I did not aspire to be a writer. I thought I’d be a singer. My brother had a beau­ti­ful voice, my sis­ter played the piano. I had illu­sions of a fam­ily trio—for a few months. I took singing lessons. Since I lived at a board­ing house with a land­lady who said, “No prac­tic­ing at MY piano,” I rented a prac­tice room sev­eral days a week. All around me, oth­ers behind other doors prac­ticed voice, clar­inet, bas­soon, or piano. But, for an hour, I had my own room.

When I started writ­ing, with teenagers in the house, I heard about writ­ers who rented office space, set it up with type­writer (before most peo­ple used any­thing resem­bling com­put­ers), and escaped into another world. I set up my type­writer in the base­ment. After a while, I, too, had a computer.

Fast for­ward a lot of years, and my hus­band and I are liv­ing in retire­ment. Our chil­dren have chil­dren, and even a grand­child. I have my writ­ing space in the retire­ment home base­ment. I don’t need to escape from a hec­tic house­hold. But a cou­ple of days ago, I read about a local free-lance writer who has his own small office space in a local build­ing, a restored tobacco ware­house divided into indi­vid­ual offices.

Gee, should I con­sider that?

Nah. I look out my win­dow, and think—drive through weather like that, every day? Then I look at my desk, piled high with arti­cles I must save, my desk­top com­puter, my printer, my rolling chair, the full book­cases sur­round­ing me. Move all that? You think? Of course, if I had Kait Carson’s very neat office, maybe… Nope. Why change perfection?

I’ve always wondered—does tak­ing your work to a new place, one with­out a dish­washer to empty, a dirty clothes ham­per full to over­flow­ing, and dust on every shelf—make for more time spent writ­ing?  Or, does tak­ing one­self away from daily life also take away the inspi­ra­tion? Some­how, I think that answer changes by indi­vid­ual, and per­haps, even by the moment. What do you think? Have you ever tried mov­ing your work to a new space?

Five Stars For JUST ADD WATER

I didn’t have to dig very deeply into my favorites list to come up with 5 star A Just Add Water by Jinx Schwartyz. I under­stand that this author is as at-home on boats as she is in front of her com­puter writ­ing about Hetta Coffey.

Hetta doesn’t have a boat as the book starts. She has women friends, an ex fiancé, and a dog named RJ. Let’s just say, boy friends come and go, and their com­ing isn’t always good. Could be fatal, as a mat­ter of fact. But, oh, that does make for good reading!

The dead body doesn’t appear right away, but the action is non-stop. Hetta is after a man, any man. Per­haps buy­ing a boat is the way to go. Then, again, per­haps not. But Hetta has a boat, and she is intends to learn how to use it. (That’s a quote, more or less, from the author’s tweets, “Hetta has a boat and she’s not afraid to use it.”)

This is my first Hetta Cof­fey Mys­tery and won’t be the last! I read Jinx Schwartyz’ Land of Moun­tains before giv­ing it to a grand­daugh­ter and absolutely loved it. It is semi-autobiographical. I don’t think Just Add Water is, but it cer­tainly could be, if the child in the ear­lier book grew up to get involved in mur­der instead of just into boats.

I’d like to quote from a few oth­ers who liked this book:

First, I must say this book was a chuckle a minute—except for the parts not designed to elicit chuck­les, of course.”

Whether you’re a fan of mys­tery, chick lit, or humor, you’ll be a fan of Hetta Cof­fey and author Jinx Schwartz.”

Hetta is brash and bold with a mouth that doesn’t have much of a filter.”

There are many more reviews, but that gives you an idea. Almost all of them are positive.

Just Add Water is avail­able here.

Cloud Nine

Cloud Nine

Of course, I know a lit­tle some­thing about boats as well. Just for kicks, I’ll add a pic­ture of the boat my hus­band and I sailed for a good many years. We didn’t find any killers, but we did run into a few killer storms. And, know­ing a lit­tle bit about boats myself, only made me appre­ci­ate Just Add Water even more.

Does knowl­edge of the sub­ject affect your read­ing? I know, if an author doesn’t get some­thing right that I do know about, that does affects my read­ing plea­sure. It down-right destroys it.

A Bionic Hero

This is a story that unites recov­ery from the Boston Marathon bomb­ing, my mem­o­ries, and a young man who lost his legs to moun­tain climb­ing while still in high school. Hugh Herr was the boy’s name, and I fol­lowed his progress in the media. He attended a neigh­bor­ing high school; I met his par­ents, and even a sis­ter at one time or another. His first ambi­tion was to get back on the moun­tains, climb­ing. And he did. He learned how bionic legs work, invented his own bionic feet to help him climb, and con­quered impos­si­ble mountains.

Of course, that’s not the end of the story. He left the moun­tains and returned to bion­ics. Together with other experts at MIT, he now works to help amputees return­ing from war as well as the dancer who lost her foot in Boston. The local arti­cle that reminded me of this amaz­ing man is “Hugh Herr and ‘the heal­ing power of high tech­nol­ogy’.” From that arti­cle, I found the site and video (at the end) with Hugh Herr’s talk and Adri­anne Haslet-Davis’ dance. Mr. Herr includes videos of his teen-age climbs, explains the progress of bion­ics, and shows a vari­ety of exam­ples as he walks on his bionic legs. The dancer grace­fully demon­strates the ful­fill­ment of her dream. Both are truly inspiring.

This post is noth­ing about books, but one that’s inspired me for years and one that I wanted to share. There are many such peo­ple, even though we writ­ers focus on the evil and dan­ger­ous to amuse our read­ers. Of course, each story must include a hero, one to bring the world back into bal­ance. Just for today, I want to focus on those heroes in life.

Five Stars For A Cutthroat Business

I’ve read a lot of books that I rate five stars. A Cut­throat Busi­ness by Jenna Ben­nett is one I’ve just fin­ished read­ing. Now, I must admit, it has been on my Kin­dle for quite some time. (I tend to cap­ture way more e-books than I can pos­si­bly read.) Last week it was “eenie, mee­nie, miney, mo” time, and I’m glad this one got the fin­ger. Even bet­ter, I dis­cov­ered that this is the first of a series, with sev­eral more to read.

5 star ASavan­nah Mar­tin is a new­comer to the real estate sales busi­ness. She is a proper south­ern belle who always remem­bers what her mother says. On a date, a proper lady doesn’t eat too much, or ever eat dessert. There’s a few other things a proper lady doesn’t do, and, unfor­tu­nately, Savan­nah falls a bit short on some things. Like, I’m sure, it isn’t proper to find a dead body, even if it is in the house she’s show­ing and it just hap­pens to be her hated boss. And one def­i­nitely shouldn’t be attracted to that bad boy, Rafe. Of course, Savan­nah is most polite to the ques­tion­ing police, and that could be a good thing.

All that is good and well, but exactly why do I pick this is one of my favorite books? For one thing, when I real­ized I was way over half way through with the book, I stayed awake until 2 A.M. to fin­ish it. For another thing, there’s a con­sid­er­able amount of sex­ual ten­sion, but it’s lightly played, and a kiss is the ulti­mate thrill. (I’m sure that suc­ceed­ing books will go a tad fur­ther, but I do like the fun of this approach.) And, while this is not the first fic­tional real estate agent I’ve read about who finds a body in the vacant house, there’s a lot more going on in this book that war­rants applause.

As I write this brief review, I see that the e-book is avail­able for free. How lucky can you get? A Cut­throat Busi­ness avail­able here. (Don’t know if it will be when you read this.) Read all about the author Jenna Ben­nett here.

Now a word from your spon­sor (me). Leave a note here if you wish. Sug­gest a favorite book of your own. Check out my book page, or my web page. And come back on Thurs­day for a blog that is yet to be determined—but it will be dif­fer­ent. And, next Mon­day, I’ll tell you about another of my favorite books.

 

New Year Outlook

Today, when I think of all the new things a year can bring, I real­ize some would have been quite unimag­in­able in the not too dis­tant Air­planes, sure—but a tiny drone planned to deliver pack­ages? Even famil­iar items get an unex­pected twist as inno­va­tors do their thing.

I’m think­ing the tele­phone here. When I was young (a cen­tury or ago), a tele­phone was firmly attached to the house by a cord, or even secured to the wall. I picked up the receiver and a voice said, “Num­ber, please.”

My answer was, “Three, four, five, oh, J,” and presently, my grand­mother answered.

I don’t remem­ber those ear­li­est phones specifically—not until we moved into a farm house when I was in sev­enth grade. That phone was a wooden box, about a foot and a half tall by maybe ten inches wide, mounted on the wall at adult eye level. A large mouth­piece stuck out in front. The receiver was on a hook at the left. On the right was a crank. To place a call, I lifted the receiver, gave one long crank and waited for the oper­a­tor. Of course, first I had to be sure no one else was on the party line using their phone. There were quite a few other fam­i­lies, each with their own ring. Ours was two shorts, a long, and a short. Each fam­ily heard all those rings, and mostly, ignored them. But, since peo­ple didn’t call any­one unless it was nec­es­sary, (and noth­ing secret as any­one could lift their receiver and lis­ten in), there weren’t too many rings to ignore dur­ing the day.

Party lines. Do you remem­ber them? After I was mar­ried with chil­dren in high school, we still had a party line. There were only two homes, and we didn’t hear each other’s ring, but we had to check to be sure no one was on the line by lis­ten­ing in before mak­ing a call. As hap­pens, some­times the other party doesn’t want to relin­quish their turn. That hap­pened once when our kids had the high school musi­cal cast party in our base­ment. Two of the kids had to call home to get par­ents to col­lect them. You guessed it—that was when our party would not hang up. My hus­band had to drive them home instead. And, when we requested a pri­vate line, they turned us down—not enough free num­bers or free lines or some such.

What?

I mean, two homes using one line and two num­bers. With today’s pro­lif­er­a­tion of phone use, our fam­ily with two par­ents and five chil­dren would have had seven cell phones plus one house phone.

Oh, yeah—cell phones. Wire­less phones they used to call them when we got our first one. It was as big as a large wall phone and looked the same. (Needed room for those bat­ter­ies.) But we were boaters, our grand­son was expected, we wanted to hear the news. We did—and he is now fif­teen. My, how time flies.

Now hubby and I each have a cell phone that doesn’t do any­thing but take and answer calls. But all our kids and grand­kids have the phones that do every­thing but wash the dishes. They can’t get along with­out them.

Which is some­thing I read in the lat­est Forbes with their pro­files of thirty busi­ness peo­ple under thirty who are chang­ing the world. One young woman said, “If we lived in a world that some­how didn’t have cell phones, I’m not sure how I would have been able to do it.” But, look­ing at her pro­file and busi­ness, I think she’d have man­aged. Her busi­ness is chang­ing every-day objects into power sources to light up her par­ents’ native coun­try of Nige­ria. If you can imag­ine it—a soc­cer ball, kicked around for an hour will pro­vide three hours of light. Fif­teen min­utes of using her jump rope pro­vides two hours of light.

Now, that sounds truly remark­able, pos­si­bly impos­si­ble. But stop to think—twenty years ago, did you ever expect to take pic­tures with your tele­phone? Read e-mail? Even play games?

It’s All About The Book

5 star AStart­ing next week, every Mon­day will be my FIVE STAR READS day. I’ll talk about a book I’ve recently read, or, maybe not so recently read, that’s on my favorites list.

What makes a book one of my favorites? Ummm… could be because I stayed up late at night to con­tinue read­ing. Could be because I absolutely loved the main char­ac­ters, or the plot, or the sen­ti­ment, or… Per­haps I don’t know exactly what it is that tips an enjoy­able novel over to the superlative.

Like they say, my choice might not be your cuppa tea. Even, on another day, it might not have been my favorite. But, rest assured, I’ll tell you what shiv­ered my tim­bers with each book. Likely it will be a mys­tery. But, not always. (I’m look­ing for­ward to list­ing a par­tic­u­lar middle-grade novel.) I also like his­toric fic­tion, espe­cially his­toric mys­ter­ies. A few romances res­onate with me (I have favorite authors). Often, a non-fiction will catch my eye.  I like com­edy in sto­ries, but I appre­ci­ate good sus­pense as well.

Along with my Mon­day with books, I’ll post another blog entry each Thurs­day. The sub­jects will be var­ied. I’ll include entries on both days to fol­low my mys­tery, his­tory, and spooks, oh my cap­tion. But, I’ll no doubt include some that could only be con­sid­ered ‘rambling.’

Come back on Thurs­day, and again on next Mon­day. Hope­fully, I’ll have refined my five star reads logo. And, hope­fully, I’ll find out how to reor­ga­nize my first page to include an option to fol­low my blog, to shorten the list of past posts, and, pos­si­bly, even include other options.

What makes a book one of your favorites?

 

A New e-book

Two years ago I pub­lished A KNUCKLEHEAD IN 1920s ALASKA, aA Knucklehead in 1920s Alaska mem­oir of my father’s expe­ri­ences when he went to Alaska hop­ing to earn money for col­lege expenses. I’ve now pub­lished it as a Kin­dle e-book.

Here’s the blurb: At age eighty-eight, William (Bill) Collins recorded his adven­tures as a young man who trav­eled to Alaska to earn money for col­lege. In the 1920s he found adven­ture, but not much money work­ing in the rail­road yards, in mines, as a pearl diver (dish­washer), and any­thing else between.

Dur­ing three sum­mers and one win­ter, Bill sur­vived hunger, earth­quake, stomp­ing cari­bou, and ici­cle frost. He learned about stopes, sluice boxes, pow­der smoke, and the Fes­ti­val of the Mid­night Sun. He found friends who would face a bear for him and ene­mies eager to knife him or smash him with a twenty-pound sledge. Bill had one lucky day and more than a few really bad days.

This is the story of one hot-headed young man deter­mined to earn his own way. In his own words, he was a true knucklehead.

~ ~ ~

I’ve included a bonus short mys­tery at the end, “Yesterday’s News,” pre­vi­ously pub­lished by Futures Mys­te­ri­ous Anthol­ogy Mag­a­zine. Even bet­ter, the entire e-book is free for those who pur­chase, or have already pur­chased, the paper­back from Amazon.

Now for a ques­tion: Do you know any inter­est­ing sto­ries from your par­ents or grand­par­ents that your chil­dren might be inter­ested in?

And another ques­tion: Have you ever con­sid­ered telling that story to a wider audience?

And a hint: Those were the ques­tions I asked myself a few years ago, and with a bit of encour­age­ment, this was my answer.

A Tropical Thanksgiving

Kait Car­son lives in and writes from Florida. Her lat­est book, DEATH BYKait-cover BLUE WATER, was released by Hen­ery Press on Vet­er­ans’ Day 2014.  In it, para­le­gal Hay­den Kent dis­cov­ers a man’s body at 120’ beneath the sea. She thinks she is wit­ness to a tragic acci­dent. Instead, she becomes the prime sus­pect when the vic­tim is revealed to be the brother of the man who recently jilted her, and she has no alibi.

A year ago I spent Thanks­giv­ing in Florida, but this year I’m at home in Penn­syl­va­nia. Unlike my guest, that was only a some­time visit. But Kait remem­bers past Thanks­giv­ings and has her own way of cel­e­brat­ing in the trop­ics. Let her tell you about it…

Tomor­row is Thanks­giv­ing. Known to my fam­ily as Turkey Day, it was a favorite child­hood hol­i­day. Whether it was at home or away – there were two con­stants. A groan­ing table of food (fol­lowed by groan­ing fam­ily mem­bers), and cold weather—sometimes snow. SNOW, what has snow got to do with a trop­i­cal thanks­giv­ing? Well, noth­ing. But my child­hood turkey days were usu­ally spent in the north. Some­times on my great grandfather’s farm. He was a hardy soul who lived into his 100s. Fam­ily his­tory varies on whether it was 103 or 106. I doubt he knew. He was born in the ‘old coun­try’ at home on, yes, a farm. No records were kept, or no records that he kept were kept.

Turkey day on the farm in upstate New York was spe­cial. All of the din­ner was home­grown. Since both of my great grand­par­ents were immi­grants, keep­ing Amer­i­can hol­i­days, espe­cially Thanks­giv­ing, was a reli­gion with them. Our loca­tion made snow a fre­quent vis­i­tor on Thanks­giv­ing Day.

Fast for­ward to my late teens. Here comes the trop­i­cal part. I fell in love with Miami as a five year old when we vis­ited cousins. I never fell out of love. When the time came for me to go to col­lege, it was UM or bust—Go Canes! Once planted, my roots grew in the warm, sandy soil, and I’ve never left. My adult real­ity has Thanks­giv­ings far removed from any­thing resem­bling snow, unless you count white sandy beaches. Tem­per­a­tures of 80 and above are the norm. But it’s Thanks­giv­ing! It’s autumn. It needs to be COLD. I don’t know who invented air con­di­tion­ing. I could prob­a­bly Google it, but that’s been my solu­tion since I moved here. Crank the A/C down to 60, pull on a sweater, turn on the oven and have at it. Turkey, brus­sels sprouts, yams (a South­ern sta­ple I might add), mashed pota­toes, green beans, sweet potato pie (nod to the South) and pump­kin pie. It all pours out of my oven and on to the table. I close all the drapes to block out the green grass and palm trees, light the fire­place, and voila, a cool, Florida, Thanksgiving.

Hay­den Kent, the hero­ine of DEATH BY BLUE WATER, would never under­stand. Hay­den is a Conch. Born and bred in the Florida Keys. Her idea of Thanks­giv­ing runs to Florida lob­ster stuff­ing (very good by the way) and ambrosia (also very good). She’s prob­a­bly going to spend her early morn­ing SCUBA div­ing to cel­e­brate hav­ing a day off, and then host­ing a din­ner for her friends Mal­lory and Jan­ice, and maybe her boss, Grant. Any way she slices it, the pie will be from the bak­ery, and every­one will have a late night, a great time, and left­overs to go.

Come to think of it, that sounds like the per­fect turkey day. No mat­ter where or how you cel­e­brate, I hope you have a won­der­ful day.

Kait-photoBIO: Kait Car­son lives and works in South Cen­tral Florida. She shares her home with her pilot hus­band, a Chero­kee Six air­plane, eight res­cued cats, and three birds. So far, there is no par­tridge in the avo­cado tree. Kait is a rabid SCUBA diver and can be found under­wa­ter most sum­mer week­ends. A self-styled warm water wimp, the div­ing stops on Colum­bus Day and the day trips by air begin. Visit her at www.kaitcarson.com, or on Face­book at facebook.com/kaitcarsonauthor.

Kait’s men­tion of her favorite foods, espe­cially that ambrosia, reminds me of our fam­ily specialty—a neces­sity for any hol­i­day meal, offi­cially known as apple pud­ding, but also known as red stuff. Do you have a favorite for hol­i­day meals?

Saving Dogs

Dogs on a plane. A mercy flight for ani­mals fac­ing death in over­crowded shelters.

Recently our news­pa­per told the story of the Pitts­burgh Avi­a­tion Ani­mal Res­cue Team when they brought fif­teen dogs to the Lan­caster County SPCA shel­ter. The PAART began when a cou­ple of new pilots wanted a mis­sion other than just fly­ing around Pitts­burgh. After one trans­ported a dog for a friend, the idea took hold. When the group hears of an over­crowded shel­ter about to euth­a­nize dogs, they fly in and col­lect up to one thou­sand pounds of ani­mals and take them to a shel­ter that has room and peo­ple who want to adopt dogs.

Since 2006, they’ve moved more than 600 dogs. They’ve also shifted cats, ducks, even pigs and a python. Some­times the dogs are in crates, other times they are loose. The alti­tude makes them sleepy. The only prob­lem has been when an affec­tion­ate dog wants to sit on the pilot’s lap. (The only dam­age to a plane was when one Great Dane chewed up the co-pilot’s seat.) Many of the dogs are puppies.

The team of pilots has gone out nearly every week­end for the last two years. On occa­sion a pilot will adopt one of the dogs. But they know the dogs face a bright future. Locally, the Lan­caster shel­ter had pre­vi­ously taken twenty-eight dogs from the same over­crowded shel­ter in another state, but these were the first that came by plane. All of those those taken ear­lier have been adopted.

Our turnover has been phe­nom­e­nal,” said Lancaster’s Susan Mar­tin. “We live in such a great county. There are so many dog lovers.”

The full arti­cle with pic­tures is here.

Wild Fire Release Party and Settings Hunt

Ally-WildFire_Cover-453x680Wild Fire released Novem­ber 7

I’m happy to be part of Ally Shields’ Release Party. She has a great event planned. Keep read­ing to learn all about it. Here’s Ally —

Thank you so much for being part of the  release party and give­away for the sixth book in my Guardian Witch series!

(See con­test details at the bottom.)

Book Blurb: A vision. A lost tal­is­man. A dan­ger­ous jour­ney through time…

A month after their bond­ing, Ari and Andreas are still adjust­ing to mar­ried life when they learn the hard way that the O-Seven, the ter­ri­fy­ing and bru­tal vam­pire elders, still have them in their sights. A three mil­lion dol­lar bounty hangs over each of their heads, and there’s no lack of assas­sins eager to collect.

When the local seer has a ter­ri­fy­ing vision of the destruc­tion of Riverdale, it’s up to Ari—as usual—to keep every­one safe. Only this time, an enemy from the past has bound her fire pow­ers, and the city’s string of arsons seems connected.

Daron, the vam­pire prince in Toronto, has infor­ma­tion that two of the vam­pire elders are on their way to Riverdale. Which can’t be good. Only a risky and unprece­dented jour­ney through time can pro­vide the help they need. But that will leave Andreas to face the O-Seven alone…

Buy Links

Ama­zon:  http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Fire-Guardian-Witch-Book-ebook/dp/B00NWX6Y7K

Also avail­able at most online booksellers

Book Trailer on Youtube: http://youtu.be/nGO1wudi7xQ

Author Bio: Ally Shields was born and raised in the Mid­west, along the Mis­sis­sippi River, and con­sid­ers her­self a “river rat.” The set­ting and folk­lore of that area are often incor­po­rated into her Guardian Witch series. After  a career in law and juve­nile jus­tice, she turned to full-time writ­ing in 2009. She loves writ­ing, read­ing and trav­el­ing. Way too often she can be found on Twit­ter. @ShieldsAlly

Author Con­tacts:

Web­site: http://allyshields.com

Blog: http://allyshields.com/blog.html

Face­book: http://facebook.com/AllyShieldsAuthor

Twit­ter: http://twitter.com/ShieldsAlly

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6527209.Ally_Shields

Ama­zon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/allyshields
Other books in the series:

Awak­en­ing the Fire (#1); Fire Within (#2; Burn­ing Both Ends (#3); Blood and Fire (#4); Fire Storm (#5).

Com­ing Soon: Eter­nal Fires (Guardian Witch #7) (TBA)

Also by Ally Shields: Cross Keys, an Elven­rude novel (Octo­ber 2014)

Blog Tour GIVEAWAY: Nov. 7–10:  Read­ers and writ­ers always talk about char­ac­ters in books, but set­tings are almost as impor­tant, and they play a huge role in the Guardian Witch series. Wild Fire is no excep­tion, and this blog tour is reveal­ing sev­eral set­tings that are the back­drop for major events in this new release. In fact, I think they’re so impor­tant that I’m run­ning a spe­cial contest.

If you col­lect the names and num­bers of all ten set­tings, you could win your choice of three ebooks in the series (includ­ing this lat­est release) or a $15.00 Ama­zon gift cer­tifi­cate. It’s easy to do. Here are the rules.

Visit the blogs on this list — or enough to col­lect all ten set­tings — then email me at allyshieldsbooks@gmail.com by 9:00 a.m. EST, Mon­day, Novem­ber 10, 2014 with your com­pleted list. You will auto­mat­i­cally be entered in the ran­dom draw­ing (two winners).

NOTE: A set­ting may appear on more than one blog, so be sure you have 10 dif­fer­ent set­tings before turn­ing in your entry.

Here is the list of par­tic­i­pat­ing blogs*:

AJ Locke
Angela Myers
Brinda Berry
Car­men Ste­fanescu
Danielle Devor
Dani-Lyn Alexan­der
DL Richard­son
JL Buck
Joyce Lav­erne
Kath Marsh
Kirstin Pulioff
Lind­sey Loucks
Norma Huss
Sue Roe­buck
Tina Gayle
Erin Moore

(*If you can’t find a post, return to allyshields.com for updated links and blogs.)

Now for the set­ting: #10

Set­ting #10:  Vic­to­rian Man­sion — Andreas’s Vic­to­rian home in Olde Town, which Ari now shares. The well-preserved res­i­dence and its spa­cious lawn is sur­rounded by a six foot wrought iron fence and par­tially lined with well-kept shrub­bery. It is fur­nished pri­mar­ily with antiques from the 1700s and 1800s.