A Condo's Tale
My Florida Club condo, if it could tell the story of me living here. Remember this is the story being told by a 950-square-foot apartment home, so give it the narrative voice of Morgan Freeman or someone like that. People sometimes muse about what their house would say If it could tell its story of everything it’s seen through the years. I may not be free-standing, on an earthy lot with a driveway, But I can still tell a story as good as any old house can. I was “born” in the year 2000, as were my 23 other fraternal twins. We make up an entire family of units under one roof, But each of us is unique. Most of us have a different owner. I rarely have ever seen my owner. He purchased me to help him make money. He lives somewhere in Michigan or Ohio And never stays here within my four walls. Instead, he hired a realty company to find tenants for me. They might stay a few months, Preferably a year, Hopefully longer, if they’re nice...