It Started with a Christmas Album
used with permission ( link 1 ) ( link 2 ) I ain’t e’em WANT to sell my house… Four weeks before this was all in motion, we took the girls to the Tanglewood Festival of Lights. If you don’t know, going there usually means you will be in your car for 3-5 hours, and this time was more on the five side of things. With children in the car, my phone was not to be the one that sourced the music for the ride. Instead, we listened to a Christmas album. I HATE Christmas albums, but this one was jazzy and the singer had--… this VOICE. I asked the wife person “who is this?” at least 621 times. She explained who and then how she knew/knew of her each time I asked, since we were in traffic with the car in park. The jazzy sounds and buttery voice had me hooked. In November, my last previous neighbors had moved and after prepping the house, the company that owned it opted to SELL instead of seeking a new tenant. To the surprise of ALL involved parties, the house snared