I’m a real estate classified junkie. No, really, I am. So much so that it’s gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years, never mind the Sunday morning yawns from my husband as I proceed to read the classifieds aloud, one after the other, at the breakfast table, hoping for a raised eyebrow, some positive feedback, anything. Actually, I need no encouragement.
by Jim Dalrymple II | Today 3:00 A.M.