A Gavial He Ain't

The blogging burden.

I've asked the Crocodile to cover for me, write a couple of installments until I can catch my breath.

As always, his opinions are his own. Incidentally Croc, you may be right about gas prices, regular's under three bucks.



Of course I'm right. It'll go lower still, with these new deep-sea wells in the Gulf of Mexico.

I'd rather you pontificate about the housing market, Croc.

Ahem. Have you noted the disappearing "bubble" talk? Today's terms are "slow-down flattening, softening, weakening." Guess that means we won't have an overnight implosion, a black market day, with thousands of sellers wagon-training out of town, faces blasted raw by raging Santa Ana winds, pursued by marauding packs of mustachioed lenders. Still, there's folk out there, hoping, hoping, hoping, for the market to capsize. Do they think they're the only buyers-to-be? Can you imagine what would happen if prices returned to 2002 or even 2003 levels? We'd have pandemonium all over again, overbids, multiple offers, speculation craziness, pre-sales, no contingency free-for-alls, the works.

Do you like my hat?