There is something nostalgic about a front porch. When I was younger I always looked forward to going to my grandmother’s house. Times were simpler then and it didn’t take much to amuse me. When I wasn’t playing in the yard with my brothers or picking peaches from my grandmother’s trees, you would find me on her front porch. It was a place to sit in a rocking chair, sip homemade lemonade, and dream of...