By the end of her trip she came to the conclusion
that everything in the Big D was actually French or some derivative thereof.
Hence the term she coined that entitles today's blog.
But... it wasn't supposed to be that way.
When I first arrived in Dallas I was excited.
Who wouldn't want to live in the land of GIANT?
Every Texan I had ever met was bigger than life, over the top,
and yet... brashly charming!
Quickly I discovered that
Dallas is a strange place where
Gigantic is even better.
Colossal is the ultimate.
it's all about them.
Even God has to wait as
they arrive late to mass.
Proudly tip tapping down the aisle in their designer stilettos. Only to exit shortly thereafter, just before the closing prayer.
Frankly, I've had enough of their frenzy for finery.
4300 Saint Johns Drive is situated on a half acre overlooking Turtle Creek. Built in 1941, it's slightly over 6,100 sq. ft. with:
4 Living Areas
2 Dining Areas
Pool and Spa
a gentleman asked the realtor -
"Just how big a house
can you build on this lot?"
You see, as far as Dallas
is concerned that elegant
and magnificent home is just a
$4.5 Million tear down.
This culture of consumption has finally worn me out.
After four years or doing nothing more than shop and dine... I'm done.
And while I will miss my friends at The Mansion, 4510, and Stanley Korshak,
it's time to go home.