I was offered a great job in Connecticut in 1984, and my wife and I decided to relocate there from Manhattan. Over the course of three days, along with an undaunted and patient Realtor, we wandered in and out of 43 houses. All were re-sales; some showed very well and others not so well. One in particular was just nasty looking on the inside but had wonderful curb appeal, with two large maple trees in the front, and a wooded backyard with the community’s paved walking trail at its far edge.