Last year, the neighbors at the end of the street started giving us grief – mainly her, because they didn’t approve of how we kept our yard and driveway. Their house sold just fine when it went on the market, but that was the excuse she made. They were putting their house up for sale and did not want our Beverly Hillbilly esthetic to affect their sale.
The buyer was in a consulate position in Mexico, has a large collection of classic cars, and is also a motorcycle enthusiast. This is not his only home. And he recently just came back from a Barrette Jackson auction. Haven’t seen that one yet, but his daily driver is a Cadillac pick up. It’s taken him some time to sort out vendors for the property; the grass had gotten over three feet tall (fountain grass type weeds) and was growing raggedly out into the street.