Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
a conversation with my neighbor
"I'm going to tell you something that reveals just how sick I am," said my neighbor, B. He stopped, adjusted his glasses, and hesitated before continuing. "The day after 9/11, I turned to L. in bed and said, 'Now's the time to buy some property. Anything. Just buy.' And I was right. There was nothing happening in the market for six months. It was flat. And then the prices went up. But that shows just how sick I am. Everyone else was flying to New York to help out, and I said, 'Now's the time to buy.'"
Posted by the Drunken Housewife at 4:14 PM
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Cold and shallow, but self-aware. Sounds like a great guy.
where was this neighbor when i was trying to sell my coop??
He's actually a really sweet guy, but this anecdote shows just one side of his personality: the real estate savvy side.
Actually, I said the same thing after Hurricane's Charlie and Rita. And then it got kinda in poor taste.
But that definitely was the time to pick up some florida beachfront property...for cheap.
When there's blood in the streets ... buy land!
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