In a way, until recently, we lived in the most notable house in Maine. Pretty much no one in the town knew it, but hundreds of thousands of readers watched me bang away on the guts of it, listened to my children bang away at music inside it, and wondered how much aspirin my wife must have taken to put up with the lot of us.

But Alice doesn’t live there anymore, and neither do we. We finished the house, and the kids, so to speak, and sold the old pile for a pile. Regular readers might recall that we liked to travel to Hallowell, Maine, and ride our bicycles on the rail trail that wends along the Kennebec River. Well, the other end of the rail trail was Ogguster, the state capital, and dang if we didn’t move there. It’s the big city for us. It has nearly 19,000 people in it, I think. The metrop. If I was going to be the town drunk, that’s just about the largest size of a place I could handle.

So watch the video from WCVB, and you’ll see the front and back of our new place about forty times. You can’t miss it. Of course I could tell you which place is ours, but where’s the fun in that? Normally, you could look for my sedan chair and bearers waiting outside the door, but I gave them the month off, because it’s February and has been 4 below zero at night. But get this: someone else shovels the snow!

Honestly, I’m not sure how to act anymore. City dwellers!