By Bill Primavera My wife Margaret thinks that I’m a nut (hopefully just sometimes) because of some of my interests, a few of which might seem macabre. For instance, I’ve always been fascinated by the story of Lizzie Borden who

By Bill Primavera You never know where you’re going to find useful information to help with that glorious and sometimes challenging job of being a homeowner. As I coast the internet, sometimes I find the most useful information, mostly from

By Bill Primavera How exciting it was as a college student to rent my very first apartment on my own. After having lived for a while in a boarding house where I really had no privacy, sharing space with a

By Bill Primavera When I was a little boy, I was somewhat jealous of my older sister Marian who took tap dancing lessons, when I was not offered that opportunity by my sweet but tough father from South Philadelphia.  To

By Bill Primavera Blanche DuBois, both the heroine and tragic character in Tennessee Williams’ “A Streetcar Named Desire,” hated a naked lightbulb, as much as “a rude remark or a vulgar action.” While the playwright intended to have that lightbulb

By Bill Primavera You’ve heard the proverbial expression, going down like a ton of bricks? That’s what happened to me as I was traipsing gingerly though a thicket of woods on my former property when suddenly my foot made contact

By Bill Primavera As interested as I have always been in antiques and nostalgia, it is surprising that I possess only two family heirlooms, one of which is a Roseville vase, named for the Ohio town where its company was

By Bill Primavera Readers may find me odd when I confess that what I miss most about no longer having a property to tend to is the opportunity to indulge in my most therapeutic outdoor chore, weeding. Yes, I loved