Actually I understand Scardey’s feeling. I know which house he bought, I’m familiar with the street and it is definately the kind of place you can fall in love with. Personally I’m allergic to yard work, so I chose a tract home, it suits my needs but there’s definately nothing romantic about my relationship with my house. I like it, I like working on it, but in the end it’s a box to sleep in. Scardey’s place on the other hand is akin to a bed and breakfast, a lush and green estate tucked away in a botanical garden setting. I know it’s not that old, but it looks like it was built in another century. He wasn’t being his normal goofball self when he started that thread about hosting weddings, it’s that pretty and that serene. The location is ultra prime for our region, but that’s all I can say about in order preserve his privacy. Living there must feel like your on vacation. I think I’m spending my next vacation there, he’s gonna come home from work and have to shoo me away from my poolside cigar chair. He’s humble, but he stole that place and of all the people that I know of who have scored deals this downturn, he takes the gold medal, sometimes obsessions pay off.