Vaughn shared his homes with me, putting himself out and cramping his style. First was 12 Elm, the first place we called home. I struggled with homework and Vaughn was patient in helping me with math. He made it fun. His sense of humor reached kids and was sometimes sophisticated enough for a more mature audience, other times—not so much.
My first summer out of college I took a job for a landscaper/septic company and stayed with Vaughn in Yarmouth, mom and dad must have been so proud. Vaughn was always quick to lend a hand and he allowed me to stay with him. He placed only one stipulation on me. If I spent a good deal of the day, ankle deep repairing a leach field then upon entering the apartment, and closing the door I had to strip naked and put all my dirty clothes into a garbage bag, shower, and then wash everything!
Yarmouth was the first place I encountered the dark brown leather couch (DBLC). I slept on this couch in Yarmouth, I found myself on the DBLC in Windham off route 35. And though I didn’t sleep on the DBLC on Fox street in Portland, it was still there for our use. This couch was part of many of Vaughn’s homes and Vaughn would offer his couch to me making many of his homes, my home too.