Under the flowers and inside the hill is a cinder blocked storm shelter. As a child, I hated that small room. There were always spiderwebs in the corners and I couldn’t understand why anyone kept canned goods stored under the benches that lined the three solid brick walls. I only remember being rushed to that room when it was dark and frightening outside. Frequently there would be strangers from other houses taking shelter in there with us. Well, strangers to me. The adults would casually chat and ignore the howling winds while I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was anywhere but there. As much as I hated it then, I long for the comfort of a safe place in a storm now. One of the best things Doug ever did to this house was the completion of a walk-in closet in the basement bedroom.