What I wouldn’t do for a barn…. Well, actually I have one that qualifies only as a glorified shack and really needs just one stick of dynamite, but it has stalls and a chicken coop and smells like hay. I’m blessed to have it. However, in my jealous moments, I drive County Rd. 12 and covet the 1898 beauty and then the Gothic cupola of the most photographed barn in the county. You know the one; it is even in a Wegmans commercial.