Ok, The Smoking Gun is pitching Seinfeld's Manhatten Porsche heaven as, at best, a boondoggle. Lots of other people will be too I'm sure. But, as a fellow car nut (and Jerry likes the classics too), let me be one of the first to say, "hooray!" There hasn't been a time I've been in Old Town (Alexandria VA) where I haven't thought, "wow! what a great house! Shame it doesn't have a garage."

If I had the money, you'd be damned sure I'd find some spot nearby with an abandoned lot or ratty building and turn that into my garage. Fancy one too. Jerry doesn't strike me as the type to work on his own cars, which if true is a strike against him, but at least he's not spending his cash on cocaine and bimbos.

I'm jealous as hell, but it's a jealousy born out of admiration, not contempt. I'm going to have to move out into the middle of nowhere to have my paradise garage/shop (someday). It's good to see someone who realizes they don't have to.

It's a dream, people. The whole point is to live it.