It was time. Facing an unreasonable increase in rent, it was time for Ray to leap into the great American dream and buy a place of his own. He sought a space much like the loft he was leaving behind to support his painting, but his agent directed him to a far more conventional home. It was a house that a couple had enjoyed for several decades and, now alone, the matron sought to pass it on to just the right person. Ray had no idea that his purchase would include a tradition that would enrich him in ways that he wouldn’t believe possible.