"... and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." --Lennon/McCartney
As the tectonic shift in the housing market grinds beneath our nervous feet, this lyric spins in a loop -- the soundtrack to what was, what is and what soon will be in our industry.
I don't wear Birkenstocks, or snack on brown rice with mushrooms, chard and fresh tofu. There's no haze of Nag Champa or cloud of bong smoke wafting in my den. Not that there is anything wrong with any of that ...