|For sale! Price? $4.8 million. That's $18,000 a month, kids.|
But they are also utterly average, in fact, smaller than average. It's a nice neighborhood, but it is not rich, at least not yet, not by the standards we so desperately cling to as we feel them slipping through our fingers.
I motor onto the Beltway, slog through traffic, cross the Potomac on the American Legion Bridge, and then take Exit 39 onto River, headed west north west, through an area called Potomac, Maryland.
I have often commented in blog-passing about the homes on this road, about their size and ostentation. Today, I thought I'd share a representative sample of them with you, a picture being worth a thousand words and all. So I stopped the bike, here and there, and took some snapshots.
|A nice little driveway.|
They are not, of course, the homes of federal workers, those "wasteful bureaucrats" who exist primarily in the minds of those who buy what the right-wing corporate-funded media sells them. You can live comfortably on a federal government income, but even people who've climbed the ladder all the way into senior executive service do not live in homes like this.
These are the homes of high powered lawyers, and lobbyists, and contractors. These are the homes of those who live and work in the private sector, and who make their money off of government. These are the homes of those with the power that comes with wealth.
|A quaint little residence.|
But I can note, because it is hard to miss, that the row upon row of vast homes and estates out on the periphery of the nation's capital seem strangely incongruous in a time of concern about governmental efficiency and stifling debt.
|A personal favorite, for it's tackiness and eagle-based decor.|
Though I've been riding this road for months, it still feels vaguely unseemly and unsettling as I pass through them.
Fortunately, River Road continues on, and the homes grow more modest. By the time I've reached my destination, the surroundings are small town humble, surrounded by farmland and cattle and horses, large working plots of land with well-kempt but relatively modest homes.
It feels like America again.