Go Fish Galvez

But not mine—yet. Maybe after a few hundred paychecks, there will be some at my house, too, but for now I’ve been watching, with mild interest, the construction progress of my new neighbors, who bought the little 1947 Tudor Revival directly across the street a few months ago.

This modest little home, actually quite a bit larger than a first glance at the front facade would indicate, was formerly owned by another neighbor of mine, two doors down and just west of me. This was her childhood home and still the residence of her ninety-something-year-old mother at the time Hurricane Ike swept in back in September of 2008. Apparently pulling a Granny Clampett and refusing all familial exhortations to leave, her mom weathered the storm in this home all by her lonesome. Sadly, shortly thereafter she succumbed to the stress of what must have been a horrific experience and passed away. A year later her daughter put the house on the market, and there it sat for over two long years in the stagnant housing market. Read the rest of this entry »