Kind of the 'don't take advice from someone you wouldn't trade shoes with' theory.

In fact, my Dad supplied me with a butter knife that we kept in a shoe in the hallway that I used to use to get into my house instead of needing to buy me a key. :-) While it's "possible" that the tenants did the damage themselves after losing their keys at some bar on Chippewa Street, it's also possible that someone else tried to break in so I wouldn't charge them for that.

Maybe a second entrance into the mud room from the front porch - the kids could use it to drag their stuff, toys, dirty shoes to instead of the foyer.

(I'm a big fan of 15 year loans).The people I know who went belly up either had adjustable or balloon loans that couldn't be refinanced, or they jumped off the train while the ride was still wild.

I'm not a fan of classic cars because I don't know how to fix them.

But in your shoes I think I would not try to play up the fact you're a police officer.One other point on your logo.

I wasn't a fan of how this read, so I wanted to comment on it.

Noob from SF bay area here, a big WB fan who tried the above sage advices, and can attest to their great worth.

I'm not a big fan of cap rate since that ratio can vary a lot.

I'm a big fan of small multifamily properties.