When Tommy’s crew said the dock was ready, my son Thomas and his buddies beat me to it, camping there before heading into Linville Gorge.
I’ve got a well-deserved reputation for being thrifty.
Dock Tales, Part 5Leaving the Realtors’ tent in which I’d contracted to a two-week cash close, I thought it’d be prudent to take a second more deliberate look.
You’d think a decision to invest in lake property 250 miles away would be the culmination of years of thought, planning and research.
The Realtor had such a reassuring voice.