One summer I lived in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I lived in the basement of my friend’s mom’s bed and breakfast. It was beautiful and they always had good food around but living with them eradicated any rose colored vision I might have of owning my own bed and breakfast. It was SO MUCH work, all the time. They couldn’t go anywhere or do anything. But once in a while I forget all that and entertain buying one. This house, for example.