In last week's article, I made no bones about my general distaste for driving south of DeRenne Avenue, especially come dinner time. Those who might have taken offense failed to read the prejudice as pragmatic more than it was pejorative. The fact is that we bought our house in Ardsley Park four-plus years ago not because we wanted to have a tony address but because of its proximity to the walkable and bikable best of Savannah. We lived in a 1926 bungalow within Baltimore City's limits for 20 years...