The Bellamy Brothers
He's an Old Hippie

He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
But he's just too friggin' old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry
Yeah he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust

Who Knew?
I ruminated below about the 119 spec mansions sitting unsold in town and suggested, partly-tongue-in-cheek, that older Greenwich residents might want to unload their own mansions (at a reduced price, in today's market) pick up one of the big ones at the next foreclosure auction and have their own commune. Turns out, others are already doing this. See, eg, Elder Communes or this AARP article, Rethinking Communes. Hey, something has to happen to all these "Bad Manors", as Bernie Yudain calls them. Why not put them to fun use?

Good news for The Golden Girls
Not everything is bleak. This auctioneer is offering a Lakeside Chateau in New Canaan. It's a 6 bedroom, 7 bath place, has parking for 9 cars, pool, guesthouse and of course, that "Lake" they mention, which is no doubt a pond. Appraised at $9.5 million, starting bid is set at $3 million. New construction (of course).

This may present a solution for older folks who don't want to live alone in a big old mansion. If six couples snapped this up for $3 million, they could sell off their own unwanted digs, move in here and enjoy all those amenities like a brand new kitchen and that pool (oh - and an elevator and tennis court, too) etc. for far less than they'd pay at Edgehill (is that a play on "Edge of Death"?).
We'll leave Edgehill alone. With this latest idea, I may have just discovered a new marketing niche.

Update: Ya know, I've already received one comment from a reader who'd been discussing just this approach with her friends. Maybe it would work. Any interest? I'll find the mansion, you find your friends and won't that be fun. I'd want an invitation to the first party, though.