Box full of books...
I had the opportunity to get over to a house that was being packed up. The owners had sold their house to my client and they made an agreement to stay on (hold over) for a specified time. Prior to the closing, I needed to go into the house with my client's son to be sure all was well. I made an idle comment about Mrs. Seller's Nancy Drew books in a bookshelf, and how I loved reading them when I was in grammar school, specifically the 4th grade. I guess I saw 6 of them in a bookcase. Here's my diversion: I remember writing one of my first "newsy" newsletters to my real estate clients. All of my previous newsletters were all about facts all of the time. So this seemed a bit of a stretch for me. It was about me thinking I was Nancy Drew, driving a car (at that time I had an Audi and Nancy had a roadster) going wherever I wanted, with my computer and a soft-type suitcase, and some credit cards. Right, I get that Nancy Drew didn't have credit cards and sh