It was early May, and Becky (short for Rebecca) and I (Jim) were planning to break ground on what was to be our dream home. Being very fortunate in life, I retired in my early fifties. Becky being somewhat younger than I, was still working (her choice, not mine). We have found an idyllic spot about thirty miles from the city and close enough to the highway to make for a short commute for Becky. We had purchased a vacant t...