“When it comes to the sparkly allure of a new mattress,” writes Heights newbie Taryn Peine, “Heights folks just canâ€™t seem to say no.”
After a year of living here, much . . . has become commonplace. We are careful not to hit the livestock, we donâ€™t even hear the drill anymore, and we barely notice the empty shopping carts. These are all things I never saw in Bartlesville, and certainly would never have gotten past the homeowners associations in the suburbs. (I know someone who recently got ticketed for having the wrong color of mulch in their flowerbeds. Can you imagine what the ticket would say for the family down the street who has an entire sectional in their front yard?) Yet somehow, Iâ€™ve gotten used to every weird sight around this neighborhood except for one. That is the mattress.
The mattress? What mattress?
Peine takes us on a quick neighborhood photo tour:
. . . the next time youâ€™re in need of a new mattress, I would urge you to come to the Heights. Neighborliness is free here, and so are the mattresses.
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Photos: Taryn Peine