how SAD can one HOUSE be?

This is not the Sad House, since moving out of the
neighborhood it was torn down and replaced with
a large home that matches the design of the others
in the community. It does look similar though.

Growing up in Catonsville I was surrounded by hundred year-old homes. The thing that brought our neighborhood together was the one small shack like house on the block. This house was known as the Sad House. The walls of the Sad House were falling down, the windows were all broken out, and the yard was always overgrown. It wasn't much to look at but the neighborhood kids would get together and tell stories about why the house was in such disrepair. The adults came together too, but they took turns cutting the grass when it got out of hand.

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