I'm visiting a farm near the beach, that I am considering buying. It's owned by this old guy, and is supposedly 160 acres, but it only seems to one block, with several cutouts for houses along the street. I'm not if they're included, but I don't think so. There are also two barns, one of which is full of a large collection of bar stools, all the same.

I wanted a place closer to the beach. The guy keeps telling me how close it is to Springfield, but I'm not quite sure where that is. I think it's about two hours from Portland; I could commute, not every day, but maybe I could divide my weeks.

I'm looking through the farmhouse. It's old, run down, dirty and antique like the barns, but pretty charming. I could buy the place. It seems like he's offering a pretty good deal. I need to check online and see what it's worth.

For some reason I'm in my underpants, and the old guy's wife seems to be looking at me funny because his two young daughters are also there. I find my pants in another room and put them on, but don't say anything about it. I'm not embarrassed, nor do I feel like I've been quite out of line, but I do want to show respect for them.