Souter's New Digs

I have to say it: I'm disappointed to read in today's Times that former SCJ David Souter is ditching the ol' farmstead for what seems to be a McMansion in the next town.

Here I thought Souter was an old school New Englanda curmudgeon. Turns out he wants the ancient dream of all retired government employees: a Martha Stewart-approved paint scheme.

Reminds me of an old poem by a certain late Northeastern bard:

Stopping by the Road on my Way Home from Yoga

Whose house this is, I think I know

It should be in Chappaqua village though;

Where Martha and Hillary summer every year

'Cause, what else do you do with all that dough?

My Lexus stopped, it seems so queer

To pause without a Starbucks near;

By beauty bark and gardener's jeep

(Did they fire Jose this year?)

The Beamer behind gives his horn a beep,

(What is this guy, some finance creep?)

Middle finger aloft, the gas is pressed

And away he drives, his ire deep.

The driveway is long; the leafblowers gassed

A Range Rover with nanny and children just passed

But on to Balducci's -- the arugula won't last.

But on to Balducci's -- the arugula won't last.