Years ago, in futile attempt to get permanently out of the classroom, I bought a small house out in the country.
The plan was simple. I was going to fix it up and sell it. Then, I was going to do it again. If all went well, I could transfer out of the classroom and into real estate investing.
The seller lied about the septic tank, the inspector didn’t catch it, and I ended up owning a worthless little house.
Now, the neighbor is complaining and the county has given me an ultimatum. I have to tear down the house.
A few weeks ago, I hired a guy to start demolition. Paid him $2,500 up front. He took the money and ran.
So… this morning, I begin tearing the house down myself.
I leave the country in three weeks. During the next three weeks, I will be working hard to demolish a house. Fortunately, it’s pretty small. 1,000 square feet, or so.
I will still be teaching classes until the first week of May.
If you don’t hear from me right away, it’s just because I am slinging a sledgehammer.