My 'bride-to-be' and I have been doing the house hunting thing for the past few weeks. (Seems more like years to me - but I've been assured it's only been weeks.) With apologies to Suess - we've seen red houses, blue houses, dead houses and new houses. [I'd call a trashed out foreclosure a 'dead house', wouldn't you? Unless of course, you're the 'handy type' - then you might be tempted to call it something truely ugly - like - "an opportunity"! I find screwdrivers to be dangerously unwieldly devices having far too many moving parts for their own good, or mine - so for me it's 'dead' then. Right.] We've 'come close' on a couple of them. How do you 'come close' on a house? Maybe by walking through, agreeing that everything is wonderful - the location, quality, room sizes, layout - and then hearing a noise ... a noise you eventually determine is the current owner's fax machine printing out an offer - an offer for $5K more than their asking price! Maybe by having a house come on the market on Saturday, start a buyer bidding frenzy on Sunday, sign a contract on Monday, and you see it on Tuesday. *#%^! But I just had to share what we ran into last night! Saw a really really nice house. Brand new. Good Builder. Nice neighborhood. Nice location within the neighborhood - on a small cul-de-sac directly across the street from a small park with playground equipment and tennis courts. And since there will only be the two of us, the large gameroom, den, formals, four or five bedrooms, and the three and a quarter car detached garage should be big enough - if we economize a bit. ;-) Anyway, there are two problems with said house. As you might guess, it IS a little pricey ... and that's always a concern - but I don't think that's my primary concern this time. Nope - this time I'm think I'm more concerned about the name of the street the house is on. No - I'm not kidding. Seriously, it's a street name that just lends itself faaaar too easily to waaaay too much abuse. It's a street name that would get your kids sent to the principal's office at school. It's a street name that would get you snickered at and ridiculed in public. It's a street name that could get you punched in the nose! Yup - this house is on 'Buckhead Ct.' The civic planners down here evidently have far too much access to 'X! What the hell kind of name is that? "Where do you live, sonny?" "123 ... BUCKHEAD! ... where do you live?" <pow. smack.> Say it four times fast and get your mouth washed out with soap. "I wasn't swearing at Billy, Mom - I was just telling him where we lived." Finally a street name I don't have to spell - and I'd have to spell it anyway. I've been calling it "the Buckethead house" - better to be named after a speed metal band than after something carved in the wooden desk tops from your old high school! Not to mention the temptation for giving out fraudulent directions: "How do you get here? No problem! Go east on 'N' Trails. Round the circle at Uranus. Turn Right and you're there ... Buckhead. Oh, and if you hit Poontang Blvd - you've gone too far." I dunno ... I just don't think I can do it ... A somewhat discouraged RonL.