Three months later, I invited some friends for Thanksgiving weekend.

One was Robert Carrier, the well-known cookbook author and restaurateur. I'd filled the compound of houses with much of my grandfather's wonderful old Adirondack furniture and a few rather grand antiques as well.

As Bob looked around, he kept muttering, "PGs, PGs."

"You know, Ted, this place is so beautiful, you really ought to share it, and with the Winter Olympics just a few months away, there must be hundreds of people looking for accommodations. Why don't you take Paying Guests?"