Embarrassing admission #246: places i’ve squatted.

I've done it only twice in the past, probably, 10 years. Both dire emergencies. Both on the historic homesteads of famous authors. Some years ago, Carl Sandburg, Hendersonville, NC. Some months ago, Robert Frost, East Middlebury, VT. (Please don’t ask for the photographic evidence.)

UPDATE: Again recently, I found myself in this precarious position while taking the kids on a search for a haunted graveyard. I guess the spirit of the dead just has this adverse effect on me!