Hopefully. This is good, because in five years – after I repay my parents – hopefully I can pick up a place on the not-so-expensive side.
Now there’s consumer optimism.
But really, others are saying that despite an unkinder, nastier way of dealing with those on hard times, and the wimp-assiest sort of presidential plea that “people not take unnecessary trips” to conserve fuel (C’mon, he just choked on those words, didn’t he?), it will take years of bad news for people to really change their ways. Sure, their confidence is way down. But it could take years before they change their habits enough to matter at the gas pump, and I’m betting that, if anything, when they do change a little, it’ll fuel a whole new wave of real-estate buying–closer to city centers.
So, in other words, maybe that house in the suburbs will get cheaper in a decade, but don’t look for the bubble to pop in the city, Snay.
Captain Nemo, look out. Japanese scientists finally captured a giant squid on video, and they’re apparently very aggressive predators. Get that electrical defense system working, man!
As we pulled onto President St. after having dinner at Amicci’s tonight, Foxtrot (the Baltimore Police helicopter) took off from Police HQ on Baltimore St. P. joked, “It’s probably headed to our house.”
Well, it was. We arrived home to find Foxtrot in orbit around our house, and Falls Rd. blocked off by patrol cars. Everyone was getting detoured through the route we usually take to pull into our parking pad.
As we pulled in, two guys were getting hauled into a police van in the alley, and two police cars had a van blocked off in the alley behind the houses on Falls. After the van pulled away, I went up to the officer filling out paperwork on the scene and asked him what happened.
“Oh, this other officer (indicating the woman officer I had seen on the scene) came to make an arrest, and she called for backup.”
That was backup? I wonder what the hell they were backing up for.
So, the Baltimore Book Festival was quite the diversion. We (P., Z. and I) arrived around 3, after a morning soccer game (Brood X won their first, 3-0 against St. Joe’s of Fullerton), parking down by Bail Bonds Plaza. As we arrived on the scene, we spied Epiph in the crowd, but he was too far off to hail. Also, Z. had an agenda–she had spotted the birthday cake-shaped moon bounce on the west side of Mount Vernon Square.
It was enroute to the moon bounce that we stumbled across Curious George. Z. has been forcing me to read from a CG compilation regularly at bedtime, so she was happy to see the little (well, big) monkey. Of course, the story she makes me read the most is Curious George Goes to the Hospital…I don’t think George would like hearing that.
Then I attended to her highness for a an hour or so while P. sat in on an author’s talk, assisting Z. in finding the moon bounce, sitting through a storyterller session, the creation of a pointy hat, the acqisition of a balloon flower, and finding a hand washing station–followed by two more trips to the moon bounce.
Oh, yeah, and Z.’s quest to meet every single one of the Crabtown Project crabs got a big boost as well. Only about 120 more to go…