Real estate weirdness
My old boss and good friend GLS died intestate three years ago today, leaving behind an Alzheimer-afflicted wife ten years his senior—she’d be ninety-three now, if she remains on this side of the sod—and it occurred to me to wonder what had become of his trim hillside home in San Francisco, purchased in 1975 and to my certain knowledge unencumbered at the time of the old guy’s death. As nearly as I can make out, it was sold, presumably by the appointed conservator, at the end of last August for $1,370,000. Forty days later it changed hands again for (wait for it)…
$17,800.
—and I’m, like, WTF?? Any worldlier characters here care to speculate what might have happened?
(Eighteen grand might get you a timeshare on a walk-in closet in one of SF’s seedier precincts—as a down payment, I mean.)
cordially mystified,
$17,800.
—and I’m, like, WTF?? Any worldlier characters here care to speculate what might have happened?
(Eighteen grand might get you a timeshare on a walk-in closet in one of SF’s seedier precincts—as a down payment, I mean.)
cordially mystified,