A Beast, Hill East, poised on the porch, leash in his teeth, now put down your torch, you've found rare square-feet, wider than average, deeper than most, boasting major wing-span for a major fam-clan if size is the prize, but it doesn't diminish the functional form and blemishless finish, Command-Central kitchen, multiple social spaces, no small bedrooms, thin-air headroom and spotless washing of brain and body, two big cars out back, or a basketball court, where kayaks hang out, a tiny hike to BLUE/ORANGE/SILVER lines, Barrack's Row, Eastern Market, Trader Joe's, exposing a neighborhood composure of strollers rolling in Lincoln Park, jars of fireflies just before dark.