I was during our stay at Greg's lovely home mentally tracking those sorts of details that make people like me want to dwell in spaces like his. Greg comes off as a laid-back sort of fellow, which he undoubtedly is, but then there are the carefully labeled spices, upright yet legible in the drawer; the slipping-in of the milk and replenishing of coffee bean; the broken pane of glass letting you know when his family takes their breakfast; the bowl and brush of a gentleman's shave; the not one but two microplaners, one for each sort of zest. But then it happened that someone (still a stranger to me even in the moment) had a medical emergency whilst everyone else was out, and it fell to Greg to drive her to the emergency room, then back again. When we later and in shocked gratitude asked what we might do in thanks his response was to tell us, once more, to have a good time. Yes, the house is a very good house, quilts under which to snuggle porchside when nights are cool. But the best part about this house is its warm and humane owner. You cannot do better than this.