this was back in the late 80s when they had a mortgage/economy meltdown. and I know he was single (more neighbor stories). at the time this was out in the county. not really remote but just outside the city limits in one of those subdivisions. so squatters in our neighborhood was not something that had to be worried about.
we like the area and we'd be staying here for a few more years except for a few things like high property taxes and a 2-story house.
more former neighbor stories:
-hey Manny, do you know why there are marks on the side of the house in the brick like at an angle? "huh?....oohhhhhhh, I bet it was the wooden stairway!" stairway? "oh yeah, he had this stairway built outside from the master bedroom to the rear deck. he'd go skinny-dipping at night in his hot tub with his girlfriends" ok, but where's the stairway? "oh, we made him take it down. you could see it swaying in the wind since he didn't attach it to the hosue" 😳
-(move in, goto the local pool supply store at the corner) "yes sir, how can we help?" yes, just moved in, gotta get supplies for the pool. "ok, what's your address for the account?" (tell him) "<repeats address a couple times> why does that sound familiar? hey Frank (the owner), why does <address> sound familiar?" "that was Lanny's" "oh, LANNY!" (me listening to all this thinking ...WTF?) turns out they knew the former owner, QUITE WELL. he built the swimming pool HIMSELF. (more comes out) "oh yeah, after Lanny moved out, he moved up the road to another house, built himself another pool, this time with a disappearing edge. he fcked that one up too!" (too?)
-about a year ago I was selling an Edelbrock carb on Craigslist, some guy from further out (50-60 miles) wants it. he drives in with his wife, walking up the driveway telling his wife "I knew this address sounded familiar, this was Lanny's house!"
you cannot make this sh*t up....