Landed Gentry: White Elephant Owners

Years ago, Stan helped Mari and me, and Marty and Gail, by offering to buy, subdivide, and sell us magnificent "horse acre lots"--(big enough to keep a horse on, if your horse can eat rock and cactus). Our plan, at the time, was to build three homes there. As it has happened, none of us plan, and most of us cannot afford to do that. So far, we cannot sell them, either. Are you interested in a million dollar house? If so, we can help you find a splendid lot.

Mari and I have lived in Tucson twice; once during graduate school, about 25 years ago, and later, after I retired, when Mari took a job at the University. Each time we moved, we packed up our sixteen foot trailer, and drove it multiple times across the country, loaded not only with our belongings, but with tender, little souvenirs, such as cacti.

I went out to the property, one day, and hiked up the hillside to see how the Golden Barrel and the Saguaro were doing, whose lives began in Tucson, and that have traveled to Decorah, Iowa, to live in our Sun House, and then back to Tucson, again. They are doing fine! They have fine views of the valley floor, right next to where you can put your new home, if you are interested.

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