This is the sign that now graces our front porch. It’s the same design as the signs found on the historic homes around town–all pre-1926 dwellings (ours was built in 1929, so no dice).
We found the maker of the historic signs and commissioned this one. Only instead of it featuring the name of the family that built the house and the year of completion, we went a different direction.
It’s the motto we adopted soon after arriving here in 2014. We were fish out of Texas. No family nearby. No friends. No connections. No inside track. Just two people (and their dogs) having a productive mid-life crisis by trying something different.
There are a couple of ways you can approach being in a radically different scene. Go gently into the fray and hope you don’t bump into anyone, or say fuck it, we’re here. Let’s get a drink.
We chose option two. But it wasn’t always easy or comfortable. So we called upon the great Jerry Stiller (well, Frank Constanza) for a little encouragement. If you aren’t familiar with the Del Boca Vista storyline on Seinfeld from 1996, let me refresh your memory.
Jerry’s parents have just purchased a condo at Del Boca Vista in Florida. George’s parents make a casual comment about the condo and are quickly rebuffed by the Seinfelds, who tell them there are no condos left.
Though they weren’t even interested in moving to Del Boca Vista, the Costanzas decide no one’s going to keep them out. They’re moving in, baby.
I don’t remember which one of us said it first, but we both knew right away…this was it. Our mantra. Can’t keep us out of Del Boca Vista.
It doesn’t matter how supercalifragilistic things might get, we’re still going to be right in the thick of things. Lock, stock and barrel.
And irritating the people who have historic homes with our interloper sign? That’s just a bonus.