Imagine, if you will, a room full of your relatives and friends all patiently waiting your arrival and there you are… dressed in your Sunday best, string of pearls holding a tray of hot dogs and your famous homemade potato salad, descending down to a room made unusable by the very staircase you treasure so much (que the record scratch)

Yea, me either… I would much prefer practical over grandness.  Let’s face it I’m not Scarlett O’Hara descending to Rhett Butler… more Carol Burnett with a drapery rod across my shoulders (you have to be close to my age for that one) just trying to maneuver  to the lower level… what were they thinking?