When a realtor measures it. Years ago, my father observed to Gideon and me that a lake was a body of water you can’t see across, “unless you’re talking to a real estate agent, in which case, anything that holds water is a lake”. Inspired by the idea of such license to stretch the truth, brother Gid and I promptly dropped our ambition to become bank robbers and turned to real estate as our vocation.
All of which is prompted by this description of 17 Lake Drive, in Riveerside, which came back on the market today at the same price: $2.7 million, it was priced at when it was temporarily taken off the market over the holidays:
Enjoy an idyllic lakeside setting on a quiet crescent with approximately two acres of grass surrounding the water, and sunset views from the front porch.
All this, mind you, for a house fronting the Station Pond, a body of water 18″ deep and too short for (horse) polo, within easy earshot of the New Haven Rail Road and whose view to the west is blocked by the houses on the other side of Lake Riverside. It’s a lovely house in a great little micro-neighborhood, but I wonder if its failure to sell can be attributed to the disappointment of would-be buyers when they pull up and realize they’ve been snookered?