My parents bought the 10,000 sq. ft. former Alger-Sullivan sawmill office near the railroad track in Century, Florida for a song. It had rich wood wainscoting throughout, weathered wood floors and ceilings reaching to 18 feet. “It has possibilities,” enthuses Dad as he and Mom lean over the black iron fire escape in back. They planned to turn this albatross into a southern mansion complete with four big columns out front and a winding staircase to the second floor. They did actually hang a crystal chandelier, but the staircase never materialized. Mom always imagined that she was Scarlett from “Gone with the Wind” and Daddy, Rhett Butler. The only similarity was the mustache. The sawmill came with a sagging hotel next door, the “Century Hotel.” My sister and I still joke about who finally gets the fountain which was in front, a small boy, with water streaming forth.