The house was a few miles outside Warren, a small town on the Allegheny River in the northwest corner of Pennsylvania. My family’s dear friend Quinn Smith was from Warren. He was a classmate of my parents at the Art Institute of Chicago, and he coaxed them to visit him in Warren. They were completely charmed by the area and decided they wanted to spend more time there.
This is the house my parents bought. Clearly it took some imagination and vision to see its potential.
