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Originally Posted by Volt
I will live in Newport News city park campground before I ever share a wall with other renters/owners again.
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I actually camped there when I was a kid.
My mother and dad bought some property in Miss. when I was a young man, and they lived outside of NO. There was no direct road access to the property, it used a road easment on this other man's property. All was fine when my Dad was alive. Once he died, and it was me and mostly my mother going out there, he started being a d(*^ all the time. But we were stuck cause the road to the property crossed his land. In the end my mother GAVE it to the neighbor on the other side for 10 bucks. 12 acres. Pissed the guy off. I am sure he cut his own road and fenced off the Ahole's access. He used to hunt turkey, deer and rabbits on our property when we wern't there, cause he had done so since he was a kid. He was one of those part time deputies that litter that state. Used tough guy BS to intimidate people.
My current landlady lives below me in a two story duplex. I went to NC to see my mother once and
came home and my 'foolproof intrusion detector' had been tripped. I padlock the front door on the outside when I leave. The backstairs access is "hooked" from the inside. You either have to cut the front lock to get in that way, or push a screwdriver through the door gap and flip the hook in back. But once you are IN the house, you can't get out the front, and you can't RE-hook the hook when you go out the back. So I can easily tell if someone went up. I get back from Charlotte one day and the back hook is tripped. In casual conversation, I asked her who had been upstairs when I was gone. She never admitted going in, but got on my nerves 'trying to figure out who could have done it' for half an hour. Never happened again. Best landlord I ever had lived in Houston when I lived in Miss. He couldn't drop in on me.