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Don't sweat it, Wade. I appreciate your insights. I was formed---for better or worse---more by my family and friends than the house I grew up in.

I actually thought (fondly) of the area (houses) as described in that song, "Little Boxes" that I referenced. For those who might not be familiar with it, here's the lyrics. Preceded John Mellencamps "Little PInk Houses" by a few decades.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same,
Theres a pink one & a green one
And a blue one & a yellow one
And they are all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And theres doctors & lawyers
And business executives
And they are all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they�re put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry & raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same,
Theres a pink one & a green one
And a blue one & a yellow one
And they are all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

~~~"Little Boxes", Malvina Reynolds