Don your bonnet and tighten your corset and throw some mutton in the oven because you are entering Williamsburg Virginia. Williamsburg is a magical place where people live like they did in the colonial period…. except 36% of their body weight is not comprised of parasites. So if you feel like stepping back in time and live like your ancestors you can do so in this charming rural community of 15,000 souls.

Of course life here in Williamsburg is not all chastity and churning. If you think that maybe a life of austere piety isn’t your cup of chickaree, then you can hop into your Dodge Caravan and hightail it into town where you can play tennis and eat at Denny’s and stuff.

Needless to say the real estate market here is odd. According to Ye Olde Williamsburg Charter you can obtain property by enlisting for four score and seven fortnights in the King’s army. Or you may procure standing in the landed class by tithing four goats, two comely lasses and keg of fine spirits to the local gentry.

So untie the wagon and throw some shoes on the wife cause we're movin on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin on up. To the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie. Fish don't fry in the kitchen; Beans don't burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tryin' just to get up that hill. Now we're up in the big leagues Gettin' our turn at bat. As long as we live, it's you and me baby There ain't nothin wrong with that.