Never pass up a chance to sit down or relieve yourself.
-old Apache saying
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Ken Lay's condo
A couple of years ago, Swamplot, a Houston real estate blog, started a series of posts about Ken and Linda Lay's condo penthouse that had gone on the market for sale. This choice piece of real estate was the last of 18 properties that Ken and Linda owned. Poor babies.
The asking price was a lofty $12.8 million. That's a lot of coin for me, but not for the 1%. They held a "private sale." Perhaps not surprising, it didn't sell.
The price was soon cut to $11.9 million. Then to $10.25 million.
Then it disappeared from the real estate listings. What happened? Did someone buy it?
Nope. It just reappeared on the market, now listed at $6.395 million. Whatta bargain!
What's not to like?
Some highlights of the property:
360-degree skyline views 4 corner balconies 12,287 square feet 5 bedrooms 4 full bathrooms 5 half bathrooms 6 elevators 10 parking spaces $10,182 monthly maintenance fee The entire 33rd floor of The Huntingdon, a condo hi-rise at 2121 Kirby Dr.
A little rich for me, still. Is there any lesson to be learned?
See the entire real estate listing here, and read the entertaining and informative posts about it on Swamplot here. Ken better be dead.
Anybody who wants religion is welcome to it, as far as I'm concerned - I support your right to enjoy it. However, I would appreciate it if you exhibited more respect for the rights of those people who do not wish to share your dogma, rapture, or necrodestination.
To affirm 'God does not exist', I do not have to hide behind Don Ignacio Ramírez; I am an atheist and I consider religions to be a form of collective neurosis. I am not an enemy of the Catholics, as I am not an enemy of the tuberculars, the myopic or the paralytics; you cannot be an enemy of the sick, only their good friend in order to help them cure themselves.
Nobody wanted to know Daddy when he was dying. He was so alone. He was scared. I could see the fear in his eyes when he was smiling. I went to see the preacher, the guy who'd baptized me. I begged him to come and visit Daddy, just to talk to him, you know? Give him a blessing or something. But he never did. He never came. God, I hated him. Cold-ass bastards like that ought to ... I don't know ... they should be in some other racket, I know that. I had to time for religion after that. I never prayed. I never said another prayer.
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