So my late wife just had to have her own for our house. She always wanted to get whatever everyone else had. I didn't want to have any part of that. I just liked to sit in that breezeway at night in the summer and watch the bug zapper kill mosquitos. Sometimes if we were lucky a moth would get in there, too.
People like to tell stories on their web pages.
I'd rather hear somebody tell me a story rather than read about it on the internet. Unless that Charles Kuralt was telling them. He was a master at the storytelling. I got to meet him once when he came through town to interview the people who had the chicken who danced to Elvis songs. He was nice enough.