The house with mismatched roof tiles sits back from the road and is indistinct from its neighbors. Illinois Street is a busy one, and I doubt that many of the drivers take time to notice this one house in a row of similar Sears mail-order kit homes from an earlier age.  But I do. I notice it every day. Twenty years ago, 1999,  the love-of-my-life-and-soon-to-be-ex were driving past that house,...