Only one residence actually had a picture of Calvin pissing on Mayor Willie on the fridge.

During our February trip we met with a realtor who was no less than ol' Jeff Davis' sixth cousin and completely charming and delightful. Every house and condo we visited were nothing less than amazing, but one Midtown bungalow particularly amazed us thanks to this beautiful sight.

That, my friends, is an original built in bar within the breezeway of a 1920s bungalow. Until that day I had believed that home bars belonged firmly in the 1970s or greater. Amazing. I would kill a man in front of his own mama for that house were we not opting to live downtown.


Other Midtown properties brought us joys such as carriage houses, hitching posts, butler's quarters and other pieces of a civilization now gone with the wind. And this creepy picture taped on the wall of an otherwise empty house...



If you're too lazy to click on it, it reads "Thank you Dad and Mom for 10 years" along with a large heart and a crooked tree. Why on earth would anyone leave this? More importantly, what kind of child makes something like that?! I would be suspicious of any youth who was capable of such a grown up sentiment. And since we're on the subject, 10 years of what?! Incredible.