I was able to drive by my old farm the other day and I still get a grin on my face when I think of the crazy stupid stuff I would do to get a look up to the hill, or the people that would peek down my driveway to see what I was up to.

First off, I am not your ordinary kind of guy. I can go to extremes, and it is not out of my realm to do really bizarre things to get a reaction.

For example, I lived pretty close to a touristy City named Cedarburg. I was well known as that Real Estate guy that lived up North of the City that played his Fender telecaster to his steers, would go four wheeling in his Volvo around the farm for excitement.  A quarter mile away at the bottom of my driveway you could hear Geddy Lee.

 

 

 

Back then I just was a farmer listening to easy listening music, and drinking wonderful Canadian beverages. I would do what I thought was right. 

Sometimes for kicks, or something to do I would go four wheeling through my farm, or perhaps climb a radio station tower to get a new light bulb. We also had a ritual of throw cow crap, and seeing who could through the chips the farthest.

 

I never really liked police at the end of my long driveway. I would come flying in the driveway and almost hit them. They got the idea. I had for a long time pails of luminous paint that glows. MY friends owned a furniture store and it came to me how I may get a reaction out of people when they go flying by my farm.I commence to painting manikins and put them on the top of my hill, or in the trees, or edge of the corn field. I always had fog so it did nothing but add some effect. You have never seen or experienced something when someone goed flying down the highway in front of your farm, gets a good look at the glowing manikins and slams on their brakes like they have seen something. It was humorous to hear the wording and comments that followed at a distance. "What the XXXX was that" We also would have large fires that lit up everything.I do miss riding down rail road tracks with a volks wagon beetle, When all else failed we went to Canada and hopped the Agawa Canyon train. It was truely beautiful and peaceful. The Canadians were very hospitiable, and the ladies friendly.

 

I often would kid people that Frank Zappa would stop over for a glass of milk, and then we would just play our guitars and sing strange lyrics. He never came.

 

 

I lived a private life, and to tell you the truth, I am glad the self destructive behavior is gone. I am sad that I do not have my animals any more. I found a lot of piece in them. They were pleasant, and they were my friends. I could take care of them, help them, and enjoy them. It was hard to have to stop that.

One thing is for sure. I have the best customers any one could want. We talk, I knew them, they know me, and we have forged a friendship built on trust and care. Of course, I have lots more room for more friends. Perhaps you have thought of purchasing a home, or just have questions. Pick up the phone, call me and let me get to know you so we could get a game plan and accomplish something that still gives me a feeling like no other. Finding someone a home is a job, and one I gladly accept.

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