I recently went public with my intense desire to own a working wood cook stove. A few friends — having long ago accepted my quirks without question — started hunting on my behalf.
Their work paid off. Last Wednesday, I got a lead on a nice stove in Tunbridge for sale at a good price. By the time I contacted the seller, however, two other people had already made plans to look at it. My hopes were dashed. (On the bright side, apparently I’m not the only weirdo in Vermont.)