OK, this has nothing to do with foreclosures, but it’s a good illustration of never making assumptions.
Earlier tonight, as I walked outside my home, I could smell the sweet but foul odor that occurs maybe once or twice a year. I try to put it out of my mind but it’s sort of hard to.
Many years ago I discovered through vigorous investigation that when the winds and weather are just right (or wrong) the ventilation from the crematorium retort at Forest Lawn Cemetary (some ten miles away) blows my way and is particularly noticable.
I’ve never discussed this with my neighbors since no one has asked and I doubt that people in a nice quiet community would want to know such a thing anyway.
So, as I said, the smell was mighty familiar tonight, and I figured that that was the end of it.
Not so. I was wrong. On my way out of the canyon, about 3/4 mile (upwind) sits a lone house on several acres.
Superbowl party, probably. First time I ever saw anybody outside using the yard.
Or barbequing.
