At 76, I Bought Back Our First Home for $3—The Mayor Called Our House an Embarrassment—One Year Later, It Was Worth More Than His Mansion

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“You placed every stone?”

“Ruth helped carry. I placed.”

“At 74.”

“At 74,” Edith said. “Not dead yet.”

Kevin laughed, then wiped his eyes.

The workshops began almost by accident.

A neighbor asked Frank about a foundation crack. Frank drew a diagram on a napkin. Another neighbor asked Edith about standing water in a yard. She sketched a rain garden on continue reading …