Two days after my parents put my childhood home on the market, somebody made them an offer, and they accepted. I think they were kinda shocked. Everybody else in their neighborhood has had a hard time selling; in that part of metro Detroit, it’s not uncommon to have to wait three or four or more months for a buyer. Until now, my dad has seemed convinced that they’d be lucky to be out by Thanksgiving.
Guess I better plan that last trip home pretty quick.
Got something to say?
Send a letter to the editor and we'll publish your feedback in print!
