Hybrid Brick Vic with a Craftsman’s front porch, finally put down your torch, big glass at last, your wish-list blasted past, you gasp, your eyes winding fast, then slowly gliding over easily grasped requisite features, then do the math, add a fourth space, then the rarest of creatures – a separate fifth, no mirage that garage, beyond a wedding-worthy garden, a perfect marriage of mancave and carriage, yoga mats and baseball bats, bikes, trikes or movie nights on the quieter side of H Street, the chill end, Nirvana Urbana.