Bingo!

BINGO!

Bingo.

Well I did some digging on whitepages, and bingo I was able to find the sister in law, and cold called her (a first lol)Sister in law, really wanted nothing to do with the house and stated that the sister in law had a gambling problem and that the house was worth nothing because of the money owned to the casinos.

Maybe a game of bingo after lunch... if you live that long. 

GC mentioned something about 'the six months being the important part' with a cheeky, wink wink demenor.  

BINGO!

Bingo!

That would be an intelligent move, and few simple phone calls and 10 minutes later--Bingo--you have your info.Let your fingers do the dialing!

My social group these days pretty much consists of Harley Owners Group people who are all succesful in what they do and don't need to network for more business or brag or talk shop or do anything but follow our official motto which is "Ride and Have Fun".And while that's our official motto, every year we raise thousands of dollars for worthy causes or individuals in need or we help deliver hundreds of Christmas presents to local kids and that doesn't even count showing up at nursing homes to play bingo or eat ice cream or roar kids around the parking lot at the Ronald McDonald house or, well, the list goes on.What a true blessing it is to be able to give back.So personally, when some cube-dweller figures I've got some kind of easy racket going, or some contractor I hired with a hand-shake rips me off with the final bill because he thinks I print money, or some unemployed carpenter I hired to help him out breaks into my storage shed and steals my stuff because he knows 'all landlords are wealthy', well, I just can't worry about what the people who don't matter to me think.