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| 8.04.2005 |
7:50 PM Eviction Well, it's finally come down to the eviction. I haven't posted anything since February, which is about the time my parents, brother Chris, and I got serious about selling the folks' house in New Jersey. They've been living in Florida for the past year and a half, and ostensibly held off on selling the New Jersey place as long as my sister, who continued to live there, kept up the property tax payments and utilities. Which would have been fine, provided my sister was responsible and sane. Some other time I'll tell the long, drawn-out tale of how my sister tried to convince my parents to sell their home to her for about half its worth, and then said she could buy it if my parents held the note (since no bank loan officer who wanted to stay employed would give her enough for a dog house). The request for her to leave willingly (ignored), and subsequent notification that she was going to be evicted. The "dirty tricks" she pulled. But not now. Tuesday, August 9, at 1:30 p.m. EDT, an officer from the Bergen County's Sheriff's Office, a locksmith, and a clean-up crew will meet me and the realtor to carry out the eviction. Even now I can't really believe it. Yesterday I told the Readers' Digest version of events to my godmother's son, Roy, who was sure I was kidding. I wish I was. So 14 trips from Virginia to New Jersey down, with any luck only two or three to go before the house is cleared out and sold. My ass now knows every pothole of the New Jersey Turnpike, my stomach has had its last chicken-fried steak ever. |
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