About 10 years ago, I was at the home of a new political client for a photo shoot involving his family. He lived with a wife and two teen-age kids in a large, sprawling house that looked really impressive. When I got there, the candidate wasn’t home yet, but his daughter was expecting me and let me in.
I told her I wanted to look around at the different rooms to find the best place to shoot pictures. She started showing me the downstairs and then mentioned a large den upstairs with a fireplace that she thought might be nice, so we went to look. We walked up a massive staircase that led to two upper floors, one of which partially looked over the foyer and living room.
We walked down a couple of halls and I started feeling as though I was in a motel. There were doors everywhere. We looked at the den, but I finally asked her about all the other rooms.
“What’s in all of those rooms?” I asked. “It’s just the four of you who live here, isn’t it?”
It turns out that most of the rooms in the house where empty. She showed me. They were large and bare. The daughter couldn’t explain why they had all that empty space and she didn’t seem to understand why I found it odd to have all that much space for so few people.

The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group
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Federal control of Internet security would put Barney Fife in charge
‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’
In the middle of world’s madness, happiness makes me think of her
Danger of Iran war getting stronger because of blindness, hypocrisy