FRIENDSHIP COTTAGE: The Little House that Big Jack Built

One day, while at work in Washington D.C., my brother, Jack, (age 25) walked into the office of his boss and spoke the prophetic words: &quote;l quit.&quote; He did not have a new job. But, what he did have in his back pocket was the copy of his deed to an as-yet-unseen, twelve acre woodlot in a small, New England town. Jack knew no one living there. But so began his special journey to realize his life-long dream of a home in the country. And in the process, Jack realized another dream: that of a life-long friendship with a remarkable farmer and disabled World War II veteran named Roland. So this is the unlikely story of the serendipitous founding of dreams - - of a wonderful friendship and of a home named Friendship Cottage.