Chimney House Essay- First page

By the early 1990's trout season had become a big deal. It was to be done in a grand way at our home far from the DC beltway in Mechanicsburg. My little home-based business we started in 1988 had done very well. We had several offices, some doing better than others and I had purchased a huge home on the the Upper Patuxent near Highland , Maryland. To get away from all that, we had a smaller home near my mother and sister in Cumberland County, Pennsylvania. It was a nice upscale country home in Lisburn, on Harrisburg's "West Shore". That meaning the west bank of the Susquehanna River.

The "Chimney house"-a named so coined by my young son due to the two big red brick chimney's it sported. This was our weekend getaway. Return to pastoral sanity. The house sat on a hill and rather towered over the wetlands bordering my youthful fishing dream-spot, the Yellow Breeches Creek. My hard work had paid off. I could walk down the steep stone-walled driveways to in a moment have a trout on. That year we had big plans. Friends and some staff were invited to come up for the weekend, fish, or just relax. This included Brian Feeney, my marketing manager and a few other close friends. It is also the time of the "scrabble game" More later. Shel had a cake made in the shape and color of a rainbow trout