Storm clouds approaching. Right about now I almost relish the thought that our housing market is on the brink of a meltdown disaster. It’s just another hour of TV about to play out as a kind of reality show where the poop is gonna hit the fan and pumped up consumers are going to be disqualified, kicked off the stage, rendered not as survivors but as giant losers in a game where some will win big and others will lose large. Yeah, we could take part in this American dream, yeah, we could forego vacations, books, exotic foods, so we could be slaves to our credit cards and a mortgage, but instead, we keep our heads in the clouds where even if a storm approaches the views are simply incredible, and free.