Home is where the Bart is.... n't

There was a story in last Sunday's New York Times magazine about "irrational exuberance" in housing, and the story began with the house of Pieter Fransz built on the banks of the Herengracht in Amsterdam in 1625. I commented to Bonnie when I saw the article that it was probably a relative of mine, as my mother's given name is Lucie Edmé Fransz and we are of Dutch ancestry—I spoke to my mom this afternoon and she said we were indeed related to this Fransz fellow. But I doubt that I'll be able to take lodging there should I visit Amsterdam anytime soon, which I would love to do. Hey Bonnie—let's go. I know you wanna have some patat frite met pinda saus!