FRIENDSHIP COTTAGE

One day while at work in Washington D.C. my brother Jack (age 25) walked into the office of his boss and spoke the prophetic words: l quit. He did not have a new job. But what he did have in his back pocket was the copy of his deed to an as-yet-unseen twelve acre woodlot in a small New England town. Jack knew no one living there. But so began his special journey to realize his life-long dream of a home in the country. And in the process Jack realized another dream: that of a life-long friendship with a remarkable farmer and disabled World War II veteran named Roland. So this is the unlikely story of the serendipitous founding of dreams - - of a wonderful friendship and of a home named Friendship Cottage.