Friday I found out something that I had suspected for a while. A nearby neighbor of mine has been "squatting" for years on a piece of property that was apparently abandoned by the owner. Friday, the real (new) owner, someone who had just bought the property from the county for unpaid property tax, came by and gave the squatter 48 hours to vacate the premises. I know this because the conversation got louder and louder as it progressed towards the 48 hour part. We were able to find online where years of back taxes had been paid on the property. I told my wife that the guy probably doesn't have enough sense to leave. So, when the Sheriff shows up Monday, we had better get behind the brick wall. "She asked, What brick wall?" I pointed to the North wall of our cabin and said, that one. She said, "That's not a brick wall." Now I've lived here about twice as long as my wife has, and I know that the North wall was brick on the outside. I went out and sure enough, the wall is covered with grey siding, just like the other outside walls. I remember wondering, after I moved here, over twenty years ago, why the builder had made only the North wall brick, with no windows, while all the others had the grey siding. I knew the builder had been a contractor and figured the he had built his "lake cabin" from materials scavenged from left overs on jobs he had done. He used what he had to build the cabin. I even remember that the bricks were several different colors, which reinforced my idea that he built the cabin out of "left overs." He is a skilled builder, the cabin is solid, so I never worried about where the materials may have come from. Now that wall is grey siding just like the rest. WTF!?! I have had some "Mandela moments" in the past, but this is the most recent, as well as the most disturbing.
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[–] Battlefat 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago (edited ago)
Squatter removed them one by one at night and mortared over with grey siding over several years. He now lives in that small brick encasement just adjacent to your house, the one you don’t recall being there before but looking just like your Northern brick wall