If we lived on Grace Street, this title would be clever…instead, it is just sad.

My last entry screamed of the euphoria of being “back on top.” Mostly this was in reference to getting in the good graces of the “Most Powerful Rooftop Owner in Wrigleyville.” There is no greater reward than bartering your garage for access to the glorious rooftops on Sheffield Ave . But, I must admit, there was one other small advantage…

Last year, at this time, this car was parked in our garage.

So, it was with great anticipation that we waited for the car to move into the garage. Perhaps it’s a new car…a better one…worth more…maybe millions.

On Sunday night, we gave the remote control and garage keys to the rooftop owner’s shirtless attorney (strange, yes…but these oddities occur when you do business and bartering in the Neighborhood). We waited with anticipation to see the new car that would claim rights to our garage. Hell, we even cleaned the garage up a little for the car’s arrival -as though it was a guest in our home.
By Monday night, we decided that we needed a peek at the magnificence that may be in our garage. We slowly opened the back door- careful not to touch or breathe on the car. The lights flicked on and to our shock, there were two cars: one a 2000 VW Passat…the other- a 1983 Nissan Truck.

Of course, we were disappointed. We can never show off…there are no more restless nights worrying about the $450K car on our property, and we can’t have the secret superiority of knowing that in our garage is one of only a few Porsche Carrera GT’s in the world.

But, the upside is that finally are house is now worth more than the cars in the garage.

Now, the only questions worth pondering are: 1) where the HECK is that Porsche and 2) why wasn’t OUR garage good enough for it?