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So.....as you can see from the picture, the Squatterson Estate went up for sale this week. For the last month or so, we've been noticing some unusual activity in and around the building.
A few weekends ago, about 6 or 7 biker-lookin' dudes with pickup trucks and lumber showed up and installed a 6-foot-high stockade fence on the property line between this place and the Scummersons trailer next door. I can totally see why blocking off the view of that shithole would be the first thing on the agenda, however I'm not sure how much good the fence will do unless they're planning to bring prospective buyers in by doing a "visit to the Batcave" kinda thing with the knockout gas and what not.
Nothing has really changed at the Scummerson place next door since I last reported on it, although I do have a pretty funny current example of how these people think, or don't, as the case may be. About a month ago, when it was nice out, they washed a load of clothes and hung them on the line to dry.
So that being said, here's a picture from this morning:
The same clothes.
These things have to be as stiff as shingles by now. At this point, they are basically a stretched out bundle of sun-bleached rags. I have no idea why they just decided to leave them there indefinitely, but they did. They have been rained on at least a dozen times, and then dried to a beef jerky-like consistency at least a dozen more.
I'm guessing that this particular thought process is being hammered out by the same malt liquor-blasted neurons they used to decide that the snowblower should be permanently stored in the middle of the front yard. Yeah. I can see the reason for the fence.
I actually called the number on the 'for sale' sign, and talked to Cooter. We chatted a while about the "real nice trout stream," the "fantastic views" and the "house" itself. He told me that he was pretty sure I could build a new house on this one-acre lot (I can't, there's a 3 acre minimum) and the fact that it was in the Saratoga school district, (it's not, it's in Corinth) and how the taxes were *very* reasonable (they're not) before we finally got down to price.
Are you ready?
All this can be yours for the amazingly low, bargain-basement price of.....
Keep in mind that a few years back we bought FIVE secluded acres on a dead end street a quarter mile away for $27,000. Somehow, I'm thinking that even with the recent real estate boom around here, this guy is living in some delusional crack-induced dreamland.
I thanked him, and told him I would catch up with him later for a look inside the house. If I get in there, I'll definitely post some pics.
There is one good thing about them asking so much for it -- there won't be anyone buying the place with last week's leftover drug profits and then turning it back into a shit collection with a shack in the middle of it. At least right now it's neat, and they keep the lawn mowed.
Anyway, don't all dial at once. You might start a bidding war.
*Muddy culvert that splits the property in half
*Same room as above