Behind the boarded up windows and doors
I just read about a house in the GTO (greater Toronto) area that sold, over the asking price, for close to a million. No news here, you say. To which I have to respond “but it was filled with garbage, and the windows and doors were boarded up”. OK, a case for the local fire marshal.
Didn’t they have cable TV shows about stuff like that? Hoarders. Storage unit auctions. Pickers (go ahead, you can Google this sort of thing). I imagine that the reason you have to pay for realtor service is because they serve as buffers against the cray-cray. Around here, people know the history of every home, but in the Big City, only a realtor is tuned in to the truly awful. I use the term in the way a famous Newfoundland story teller used it. Full of awe!
On YouTube, there are videos showing the tent homes of the homeless. In the canyons formed by freeways. There, too, you can find the strange and wonderful, without a million dollar evaluation. I must remind the kids to shop carefully, if they decide that owning a home is the way to go.
Actually my faily lived in a city where people move every 365. On a fixed date. The piles of take-away are wondrous. We moved, at a different time of the year, just to avoid the scavengers. Although our old dog crate disappeared, really quickly. The man mumbled something about “hens” as it disappeared into the rear of his SUV. Good times (not in the Maritimes).
