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 More Grandpa Davey Speaks
 
			A Path with a Heart
 Answers
 A Stop at Willoughby
 Can't Captue It
 Choices
 Corrections
 Crossing Texas
 Ewe To?
 Girls
 Golden Biscuits
 Invest in Yourself
 Killing Me Softly
 Leave it to Beaver
 Locke Machine
 Lost in the Grand Canyon
 Mind Over Temperature
 Mother of all Storms
 Mr. Wizard
 Mysterious Money
 No Sense at All
 Not Shadow People
 Poverty Point
 Queer Creatures
 Reckless Abandon
 Shadow People
 Squirt Gets Run Over
 Sub Prime
 Surrogates
 TEOTWAWKI
 The Cheapest Medicine
 The Golden Calf
 Ticket to Freedom
 Two Types of Girls
 Vaya Con Dios
 Wake Up!
 Where's the Beef?
 Worst Case Scenario
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 As Thanksgiving rolls around once again during this period of 
			economic turmoil, I am reminded how fortunate we are and must count 
			our many blessings.
 
 
  While house hunting in March of 1986, we met John and Karen. John had 
			recently been transferred out of state and they were selling their 
			home. Upon touring the property, we felt good about it. The asking 
			price was well within our means and to top it off it had a swimming 
			pool for the kids! Not to be rash since this was only the second or 
			third house we had looked at, we bid John and Karen adieu. After 
			riding around the neighborhood for an hour or so, we returned, 
			placed our deposit, and signed a contract. For the next eighteen 
			sometimes-wonderful years, we lived in this spacious, well appointed 
			home. 
 Halloween 2003, after selling off the business assets and renovating 
			the house we put up a sign “For Sale by Owner.” We were going to 
			sell the house within a few days and be on our way to Montana in a 
			couple of months! This was not to be the case.
 
 Twenty-first century home buyers are for the most part a skittish 
			lot. Saddled with fear and
			peer 
			pressure, they have trouble making decisions on their own. Many 
			excited and eager buyers were afraid to buy without the protection 
			of an agent. Little did they know that an agent works for the agent 
			themself and also the seller. Finally succumbing, we hired a pair of 
			real estate agents that we thought likeable. Big mistake! Don’t hire 
			a likeable agent, hire one that sells. Finally after a total breach 
			of ethics, we fired these friendly agents.
 
 Now wiser, we contracted a seller. Always in the top ten and at the 
			time number two, Nina was a real
			snake. 
			She put out her sign which included “100 percent financing.” Soon we 
			had bids and chose a buyer. As the custom was in 2005, home buyers 
			purchased the most house they could qualify for. In order to get a 
			loan these people had to consolidate all their credit cards along 
			with the house and take a two-year mortgage. After the closing, we 
			drove to the bank, deposited the check, and hit the road towards our 
			new life in Montana. Six months later,
			Katrina hit and 
			brought with it staggering increases in insurance premiums. I can 
			only wonder what a burden it was on these new home owners. After two 
			years, when the mortage was due for renegotiation, we were informed 
			the house was again for sale. This created another opportunity for 
			the real estate leeches to once again earn their commissions. I 
			don’t know if there was a sale or a foreclosure. I only wonder if 
			these stupid people are an example of who Congress now feels 
			inclined to protect.
 
 As for us, we drove to Montana and moved into the second house we 
			looked at. The house had
  snow on the ground and the address was 1127 
			(the date I met Sweet Mom.) Then we purchased the first vehicle we 
			looked at. Three and one half years later, we still live in the 
			wonderful “little house in Kalispell” and drive Sweet Mom’s 
			excellent minivan. 
 Sometimes I miss my own business, but this recession makes me feel 
			quite fortunate to not be bleeding cash while waiting for customers 
			to resume spending. The company I work at has cut out all overtime. 
			Once again, how fortunate as I quit doing overtime two years ago. I have 
			no credit cards, no car notes, no mortgage, and the whole family 
			is healthy. As economic downturns have always been, for us, the 
			precursor to prosperity, I feel like one of the luckiest people on 
			earth.
 ©11/21/08
 
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