It was finally gone, the victim of the cold steel of a bulldozer's blade. I knew the end was rapidly approaching, but I still hated to see it go. I'm talking about the little old house in which I spent the first twenty-one years of my life. Little? Yes. It consisted of a kitchen, a living room, two bedrooms, a pantry, and a porch. And what about the bathroom? There was no bathroom. We used the privy, which was situated a little way down the hill...