May 13, 2008
After the visit to Hope Street, I didn’t see the realtor for a while, but sent me daily email listings. They were confusing things with blurry pictures. Sometimes, hidden in the number were surprises like annual taxes of five thousand dollars or more. I’m in a strange situation at this point in my life, since I don’t pay much in the way of income taxes, and I wouldn’t get the “tax benefit” of home ownership. I talked to Garry, and he offered to pick out some places he thought I might like and arrange a tour for Junior and me.