One day, while at work in Washington D.C., my brother, Jack, (age 25) walked into the office of his boss and spoke the prophetic words: "l quit." He did not have a new job. But, what he did have in his back pocket was the copy of his deed to an as-yet-unseen, twelve acre woodlot in a small, New England town. Jack knew no one living there. But so began his special journey to realize his life-long dream of a home in the country. And in the process, Jack realized another dream: that of a life-long friendship with a remarkable farmer and disabled World War II veteran named Roland. So this is the unlikely story of the serendipitous founding of dreams - - of a wonderful friendship and of a home named Friendship Cottage.