Longtime readers have heard me complain often about certain crazy next-door neighbors on the west. There was a time my only complaint was the way they so often sneaked onto my property and stole my morel mushrooms.
However, they were waiting on a settlement; the man of the house had been hurt on a construction job, and they were expecting a sizable sum. There were many sad stories told by the lady of the house while they waited on that settlement, but at last it came. Horses and diamond rings were purchased (and certain substances), and a monstrosity of a house began to be erected. It was a do-it-yourself-with-all-your-partying-friends sort of project. It was never quite finished; the lawn was never mowed; the whole place deteriorated and was finally more or less deserted.
I could say so much more, but I won't.
Today, I glanced toward the driveway of the abandoned property and saw...
Folks, this unfortunate scenario has nothing to do with the economy. It's all about a bank loaning money to someone who was never a good risk for anything. These people had, at one point, plenty of money to build the house without getting a loan. They just had other things they wanted to spend that money on.
But at least now I can look forward to different neighbors. And trust me, anybody will be an improvement!