Dear House on Harden Street

I'm not so sure what it is about you. Perhaps it's the reminder of an early 1900s southern estate with a tad of low-country flare. Rhett Butler, anyone? I ride past you at least twice a day to and from work. Today, it was prime traffic hour and cars were backed up at the stop sign. As I looked around patiently awaiting my turn at the stop sign, I looked to my left. There you were again. Staring so fiercely back at me. I finally snapped a picture of you today and oh dear, I'm so glad I did. You, House on Harden Street, are my favorite house in Downtown Columbia.