Goodbye Philbrook

Dear 6 Philbrook Terrace,

You were, are and always will be the best home on the block. Sure, the neighbors think they are bigger, more modern or with cooler features, but you're the one and only.

I will always remember standing in your kitchen chatting with Margie and whoever else was there – sometimes other Lagers, sometimes other friends, on occasion half of Lexington. Your marble countertops were ideal for the vast array of chips, salsas, vegetables, burgers and other foods we inevitably spilled on you. The way you opened into the living room was remarkable, especially with such comfortable seating for the whole gang. No other living room could make the senior video and Accidental Hero tolerable. And what other respite includes so many unique and challenging games readily available, with Zach's old sliding toy a mainstay on the fireplace?

You hosted the famous Amnesty Pick-a-Person when all the girls cashed in their allowances to win a date with Tad Hamilton – I mean, Jamie MacDonald. You served as the backdrop for a plethora of prom photos, basketball games, barbecues and snowy expeditions. You didn't mind horrible karaoke or people parking at random angles in the driveway. Your grass was always greener and the people who lived inside you always happier.

The toddler turned hoops prodigy who grew up as the little brother to just about everyone ... the always tan, always smiling and unfortunately almost always injured middle sister … the elder sister, always in demand because she was such a damn good, true friend … the father pecking away at his computer in the middle of the night while everyone else reveled … the mother who you wished would be your mom if you didn't have one, always offering snacks, drinks and a chat.

Thank you, 6 Philbrook Terrace, for all the wonderful memories. You will be missed but not forgotten.

Yours Truly,

Miller