You had your chance to live in the wonderous city of Elmhurst, the magical town that appears but once every hundred years. Now it’s too late for you. Some eager buyers have staked their claim. We’ve all agreed on a fair price for this our home, and nothing awaits except weeks of waterboarding at the hands of real estate lawyers.
California, here we come. A couple of refrigerator cartons and a roll of duct tape and we’ll be living the dream.
Here is a picture of the wall of the garage near where I park my SUVlet. I wondered as I looked at this tableau the other day, just how many garages include a print of a painting by Giotto? Lots more than you think, I’ll bet.
The wall near where my wife parks features Degas.