The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

I was wandering through the real estate ads of the Crab Cracker today, gobsmacked as usual by the prices, just this side of Monte Carlo beachfront, when I happened on a listing touting the house and property as located on the ‘coveted NW side of the island’. Now, you and I know this is real estate hyperbole, granted, but c’mon, once you’ve been to the maybe not exactly coveted South End, you can bet your last million dollars that the North West side isn’t on the radar of retiring hedge fund CEO’s. Not unless they have stock in the Whidbey jet manufacturers. God almighty, the decibel level has got to be twice the volume of the Wall Street trading floor from those roaring Prowlers or Growlers or whatever they’re called this current cold war. You can forget about outdoor picnics on the lanai overlooking the smoke hazed island where those jets take off from Ault Field, nobody can hear what anybody says over the roar of that military might.

Windy Rear Realty has to hype its listings, I get that, but lately, it hardly seems necessary. Our neighbor to the south put his hacienda up for sale at a cool two million. The local realtors lowballed them so they went with the heavyweights from Seattle, sharks in the shallows here, pumped the price up to that 2 mil and sold it … get ready … in one day. To the first person who took a gander. Sure, I suspect they realized they could own adjacent to our own Shangri-La-La, the picturesque and slightly leaning shack glistening with stained glass and scattered lawn antiques, a home for those who yearn for the rural ambience lost up on the north end, but yours for the slightly inflated price that South End living offers.

This, my friends, constitutes the moniker ‘much coveted’. From here on out, let’s do a little fact checking before we claim that title for the high decibel north end.

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