Lucy de Blasio lives in a small house just south of Interstate 285. It’s a nice house. Not amazing, not exorbitant, but nice. That sort of nice where you wonder why she’d live around here, in a neighborhood that’s certainly not terrible, but certainly not wonderful. There aren’t guys selling coke on the corner, but there also aren’t any shops to speak of and the closest train station’s a mile away. Not a great place to thrive, but a nice place to live.Continue reading
The Burrow household is nice, real nice. It’s modeled in that typical Southern brown-and-orange kind of way, lots of wood-paneling and comfortable leather chairs, made to look homely and cozy even though the house costs more than I will take home in ten years.