In the 70s, when the City of Minneapolis condemned the duplex I rented with my new bride, it was time to buy a house. My Mother read the classifieds for homes for sale close to her.
When I broke 2 ribs playing Men’s League Soccer, Mary said to me, “Maybe now you’ll have time to shop for a house.”
We called an agent Mom had found. He showed us two expensive dumps and one gem, priced right.
We bought the Gem.
Thanks, Mom.
