Mortgage payments

Frank frowned at the mortgage payments, which were exorbitant in 1976. The payments were around seven hundred dollars, plus utilities and upkeep. We moved a week before closing, so we didn't have to pay another month rent at the apartment.
Frank was a Union Steward for the FPC in Maxwell and went out of town for a union meeting. I couldn't wait one more day. I hired James, the maintenance man at the apartment complex, and rented a big truck equipped with furniture pads. We moved all the furniture in one day.
Jack, the man next door, introduced himself and offered to help. It was thoughtful but I wanted to do it myself.
The lot was bounded by three streets, Highway 143 was in front, old highway 14 was on one side, and the dirt road to the lake was behind the house. Jack was our neighbor. We loved it. Everywhere we looked was open space.
Amazingly we had enough furniture to fill the five-thousand square foot home. Frank came home that evening and we got the bedroom set up. Everything about the house was huge. The eleven-and-one half foot ceiling made me feel like I was walking around a Palladian villa in Italy.

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