Up the street, it was a Monster Bash. For 30 years, the key to wealth was demolishing old houses and build a monster home. The price was going up more than anything else because of speculation. Every contractor used people taking in unemployment insurance to build ridiculous houses.
The price crashed just before covid, and has now gone into the sewer. We have a lot of these houses hanging around empty. I walk by them every day on the dog walk. Some stretches are really spooky.
Heavy burglars have moved in, with 'smash and grab' techniques. The garages are filled with expensive cars. The worst is that some third cousin might be living in it for the empty house tax, but they can't afford keeping it lit, or looking lived-in. Along come the smashers, and they find some loser shooting at them.
There was a big meeting with The Doug himself. The police are patrolling all over the place now. They put a dummy police car on the street.
The big business is now 'Defend your Monster Home'. They bullet-proof everything and say the house is 'burglar proof'. Neat. I was talking to the lady selling this on the street, and I said that we are okay with original modest houses because all the smashers would just drive on by. Also, I got old people everywhere. The old lady across the street talks to me once a year, and knows absolutely everything about us.
Anyway, nobody is selling because the owners are so rich and jam their houses with cash and jewels. I can only wonder.
No comments:
Post a Comment