We walk past dozens of houses, every day, and never realize that the people who have occupied them over the years were chock full of hopes, dreams, tragedies, dramas. That the people who occupy them, now and then, are each the center of their own human drama. This is true of every single house, and this is true of every single person. It's good to be reminded. We so often don't see each other. And so this is the story of one house, as told through four mishaps, from the 1890s through the 1940s, with a reminder that every person, and every house, has context.