
You and I both know that you aren’t gonna be reading and digesting a long business article at this time of year, so we’ll keep it light this week.
Don’t ask me why, but I have, over the years, accumulated an enormous amount of real estate poetry. The muse usually strikes me around Christmas time, which explains the “Night Before Christmas Meets Dr. Seuss” nature of a lot of this. Anyway, it amuses me—hopefully, it will give you a little smile, too.
Ode to Holyoke Lane by Vena Jones-Cox
‘Tis the night before Christmas
And I bring a tale
Of five hard-learned lessons
From one little sale.
It’s a story of heartache,
Of trouble, of loss,
Of hassle and torment
And headache and cost
But before you can hear
How my cash and I parted,
You must first hear the story
Of how it all started.
An estate sale it was,
And in Forest Park, yet,
And the price was so low
That I went into debt
$60K, and the comps said
That price was just fine,
‘cause the value was closer
To 79.
And the “subject to” loan
Was especially sweet—
Just two thousand up front!
It was too good to beat
With a stick! And the home
Was in lovely condition:
4 bedrooms, 2 baths,
And a cute little kitchen,
With a little paint here
And a touch-up or two,
It was gonna be perfect!
So I said to Drew
That I knew it would rent
For a zillion or more!
Or at least seven hundred
And seventy f ... Read More…