“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

“That’s the area where GPS gives up and tells you ‘good luck.’”

“Yep.”

“We’re going,” she announced, standing up. “Right now. I need to see exactly how bad this is.”

“It’s almost ten o’clock—”

“Which means there’s less traffic,” she said, already pulling on her jacket. “Come on. Grab a flashlight and let’s go meet your new nightmare.”

Fifteen minutes later,continue reading …