There's something nostalgic about hearing a wooden screen door slamming shut. It's like smelling a cologne that reminds me of my dad or grandfather.  Brings back memories.  Simpler times.  Simpler pleasures. It's the same feeling screened...

The first thing I thought when I drove into the O'Boyle's driveway was, what a view.   High atop Richland Woods Lane in Brentwood, Tennessee, sits their regal home, just across the road from Richland Country Club.   [caption...