I’m not like the old song”I Am My Own Grandpa,” but I may be a little like my grandpa’s dog. My grandpa had a small, scrappy feisty dog who loved nothing more than chasing rabbits, squirrels, or anything else that moved. One day, he went missing. The whole family...
Around 1998, I reviewed a little over 100 mortgage notes in Orange, Texas. The negotiations were with an attorney handling the estate of the late Mr. Houseman, a local real estate investor and cemetery lot salesman. Uniquely, Mr. Houseman had operated his real estate...
