I met one of these bank inspectors last week when taking my kids to a park located across the street from a just foreclosed house he was looking at. He was pretty nervous, with good reasons I suspect.
When I bought my first repo this strange fellow came around and told me to get out of his house(after I had overhauled it). I calmed him down and told him how I came to be the owner. He left and never came back. I was burglarized a couple of times but this was Normal Heights in the early nineties and everybody was getting burglarized or worse.Let’s hope that crime doesn’t come back with a vengeance this time around.
