Had such a discussion with my son this weekend. He’s 31 and he’s sorta using the previous generation yardstick to measure himself. I contend that even that yardstick was a crop of crap and I’d love to get an apartment around a bunch of bars and drunk people. Holy hell, its damn boring out in the gated communities where neighbors never talk. I want out. If you’d dad wants to buy a house for you, he’s welcome to buy mine! I’m taking the dogs, though.