Well, little G is coming to the big D, and he’ll be spitting distance from SMU. He and his lady are moving into 10141 DARIA PL in Preston Hollow. The property goes for a little over two million, making it a veritable shack for the neighborhood. The rumour is that they are having a tire swing installed in the front yard, something dubya has wanted since he was a boy.
If you were in a traffic jam on Saturday morning, it was because an 18-wheeler full of MARBLES jacknifed, spilling its load.
The 18-wheeler full of banana peels, on the other hand, made it safely to the home of one Wile E. Coyote.
At long last it appears that my exile to the suburbs has come to an end. When the Garland house closes on Monday, that terrible strip of Northwest Highway between Hillcrest and Oates can be left behind forever. No longer is Chili’s the local watering hole and Applebee’s the corner sandwhich shop. Finally, it is not just other underwatered lawns that are in walking distance. Lakewood, here we come.
Of course, the pains have not ended. Moving from a house to an apartment presents puzzles in spatial reasoning that make Rubick look a Rube. And, there is the always entertaining game of hide-and-seek with the wireless signal in the new space. But soon, soon I’ll be happy again.
Won’t I?