Back on May 6 I was wondering through the yards of Stonewall, with Julie, looking for Turbo. I stumbled upon this clearly abandoned white brick house with a huge yard and run down pool. I pictured the kids I don't have (and not sure I even want) playing basketball in the driveway and thaKing mowing the lawn with a riding mower, because the yard is that big. However, the dream died two months later. Today, we toured the inside and learned the asking price. I watch a lot of HGTV and know that you have to see past the old flooring, bad wallpaper, mold, and dilapidated pool. However, when the owner wants near the price of a completely flipped home, in the same hood, you can no longer see past those items and the disappointment that you thought would exist is completely absent. I find it unreasonable to be a slave to a mortgage payment and the house as well.