By Andy Snyder Oh no… we’re doing it again.
Andy’s stirring up another controversy.
But this one’s worth the stress. It’s worth the teeth-gritting. We promise.
You see, we were invited to a marvelous place over the holiday weekend. It’s a farm whose rolling hills gently run right into a small college town. Tucked down a winding driveway that’s chased by a small freestone creek lies what the owners call a village of barns.
These barns don’t belong on a farm.
They’re immaculate 19th-century masterpieces, with brick floors, tongue-and-groove beams and ornate metalwork pounded out by the hands of a blacksmith who is clearly the master of masters.
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