There Goes the Neighborhood

A little over a year ago, I blogged about my little road, my daily drive, a tiny chunk of rural bliss in the middle of this booming Metropolis we call Austin.

And I am so happy that I took a picture and wrote it down because now it is gone. Behold the death of my beloved little street. They're going to widen the road and put houses there. Big fancy houses twice the purchase price of the one we live in.

It'll be good for property values, good for the neighborhood, yadda yadda yadda. I know that. That's all fine and good. But now what happens to my fantasy?

What about my clean country air, my outdoorsy goodness, my racoon, my deer? What about my little old men in pickup trucks with cowboy hats and straw between their teeth? Who am I going to wave to on a fancy new fandangled road like the one they're building? Where the hell are my old ladies with homemade pie? Where are my rose-colored glasses?

Stupid progress. I want my little road back.