First for me.?ÿ Client wants to deed his house and large metal building to his son as he no longer lives in the house.?ÿ Need to cut three acres out of a 10-acre tract to do so.?ÿ He also owns three adjacent tracts totaling to about 70 acres at the edge of the city.
Extremely nice brick house with in-ground pool plus the building where they keep their helicopter when not in use.?ÿ Must be nice.
I did a survey for a gentleman that owned storage buildings that required me to go into each storage unit to get the measurements necessary to split each unit up into separate tracts. One of the large units happened to be in use by the client and contained twelve brand new Corvette ZR1's. Mouth hit the floor.
Like the old saying goes, "he who dies with the most toys wins".?ÿ?ÿ
I live near several small airports, one is large enough to handle private jets and another has a helocoptor pilot training school.?ÿ Accidents don't happen extremely oftem but they are not uncommon.?ÿ We have things like deadly and not so deadly crash landings, people plummeting to their deaths because their parachute didn't open and, if you remember the country singer Montomery Gentry, he died in a recreational helocopter accident, not so long ago, only a few miles from my house.?ÿ
I'll leave the aviation and fast car things to the pros.?ÿ LOL!
Had a work order a couple of years ago that was providing big primary electric service to a small and rather drab looking concrete block garage.?ÿ The security, active and passive, was overkill.?ÿ Two electric gates, fences with concertina and cameras everywhere.?ÿ I had to call the owner who remotely opened the gates for entering AND exiting.
I found out later he was storing two original Shelby AC Cobras in the garage.?ÿ The electric upgrade was for soon-to-be-installed climate control.
I personally don't think I would enjoy owning something that I was convinced was coveted by so many others.?ÿ But to each their own.
I had a friend at high school who lived in a rural village a few clicks out of town, and one of the residents of that village was a businessman who had made it big from commercial fishing. Said businessman had a helicopter that he used to commute daily to the port that was about 50km away. He was well known to be a sandwich short of a picnic, and my friend's Pa wrote to the Letters to the Editor of the local newspaper, and they published his letter wherein he suggested the authorities prohibit choppers from flying over the village. Said businessman telephoned my friend's Pa and demanded that they meet in the main street of the village for some fisticuffs.
