It’s everywhere, in every country, and in everybody’s life whether you know it or not!

Unless you float in the sky and never touch the ground, you are affected by real estate.  (Though that is changing as people sell “air rights” or “wind rights” to their property.)

Real estate has intrigued me since I was about 10 years old. By that age, my family had lived in an L.A. suburb, in Oregon on acreage where my brother and I ran free, in a Southern California avocado orchard, and in an Orange County tract house. I knew what I liked and didn’t like.

“Everyone should own a little piece of ground,” my mother used to say. Though she grew up in the Depression, my grandparents and great-grandparents all owned their own houses, modest as they were, with enough ground to grow gardens, raise rabbits and chickens for meat, have fresh eggs, and no one went hungry. She had to put cardboard inside her shoes to cover the holes…and my grandpa got paid only $1 to load his pickup with gravel, drive it to another site, and unload it–a f’ull day’s work. But no one went hungry.

“They Ain’t Makin’ Any More Land” is the motto on my business card.