get over last night's devastation to think of a great thing that happened in the past month. Bought my little 15 acre slice of heaven in the N.C. foothills 30 years ago. This was up the road on a .47 acre lot that the owner said would be moved, but then decided it would be better to try and rob me. $30k was as low as he would go, so every time I left my house I saw:
Early this month the coot acting POS died and his family called to say they were sorry for all the grief and I could buy it for just over tax value. Today, 3 short weeks after the sale, here it is:
And I now own 15.47 acres of heaven, my house is just beyond those leylands I planted 28 years ago