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Northern Neck CommentaryCommentary Topics NEW LOCATION FOR 2008 KILMARNOCK CRAB FESTIVAL- 5 March 2008 by David Mower I L-O-V-E crab, especially when it's local fresh caught crab. I've been keeping an eye open for this year's Kilmarnock Crab Festival. Now comes a "press release" that has everything falling into place. "The Kilmarnock Crab Festival Committee is happy to announce that the Kilmarnock Crab Festival is moving one block south on South Main Street in Downtown Kilmarnock for this years festival. The Specific Festival location is between Irvington Road (Route 200) and the ABC Store." (This is excellent news because now all I will have to do is walk across the street!!) "This year's site is much more friendly for our vendors and festival goers. We are freeing up the municipal parking lot so there will be more parking for local business and people attending the Crab Festival." "Kilmarnock provides public parking on Route 3/South Main street. Specific public parking lot locations are behind Nobletts on Augusta Street with a second public lot located behind Lee's Restaurant on Waverly Street."
"This Year's Kilmarnock Crab Festival is Scheduled for Friday May 16th, 3:00 to 7:00 PM and Saturday 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM. Many of your favorite crafter's are returning to this year's festival along with many new ones. The popular Crab Soup Contest will be run again on Saturday May 16th. So don't forget to purchase your tickets early since it was sold out last year and limited to 150 judges. In addition to the Crab Soup Contest we will have several other fun contests, great food, shopping, kid friendly activities, LIVE ENTERTAINMENT and more. On behalf of all returning vendors, new vendors, entertainers and the Kilmarnock Crab Festival Committee and all of our volunteers we can't wait to see you." Well, the feeling is mutual - I can't wait to eat more crab. I just may buy a dozen of those crap soup judging contest tickets myself. Isn't summer in Kilmarnock great! P.S. Subsequently, I received a map of the Crab Festival Area and Parking areas. Just click on the map to enlarge.
DMower 13 March 2008 - DC vs Heller. I own a 1832 Henry Nock .52 caliber Percussion Fowling Rifle.
It hangs over my fireplace. I never really thought much about it before. Obviously, early in its life someone used it for hunting. I'm not sure if I could find the necessary ball, power, and cap to fire the weapon, even if I want too.
WINNIE THE POOH - 20 February 2008 by David Mower It’s a long sordid tale. I guess you could say it was the proverbial dark and stormy night. You see, it was my birthday. Folks were to be arriving momentarily at our house when the phone rang. My daughter called in a panic, “Winnie is missing! We don’t know how long. The gate got open. She may have been gone for several hours. We need help looking for her.” So what’s a dad to do? I glanced outside at the snowflakes fluttering down and at the thermometer that was registering something around freezing. Winnie, a wirehaired Jack Russell Terrier outside for hours in this weather? She must be half frozen by now. Probably huddled and shivering under some shrub or vehicle. Must be lost and can’t find her way home. Yep! I had to go search. A man’s gotta go when duty calls. “Put the birthday party on hold”, I called to my wife. I’m outt’a here. Driving at legal speed limits, I whizzed by the arriving in-laws who had yet to learn of the fiasco a distance short of my driveway. Pulling up at daughter’s house, I parked my 4x4 Off Road Ford Ranger in the front yard and quickly took in the situation. After all I’m a retired career military officer, trained in escape, evasion survival and tracking, etc. and etc. and etc.. Lost dog, no problem. Just tell me where she went and she’s as good as caught. Oh, you don’t know? Well the impossible just takes a little longer. Not to worry. I pulled the collar on my jacket up a little higher to fend off the snow flurries and tugged my stocking cap down a bit farther over my balding head and ears. Seemed like 31 degrees is a lot colder now in my senior citizen years than I remember it as a kid. Surveying the lawn, there were no signs of paw prints in the snow. I had on occasion previously witnessed Winnie make a bolt for freedom. Given an open door, she was like a streak of light, only faster, headed diagonally east toward Chase Street every time. Always before she had been stopped in the first 100 yards so anything beyond that was a new world for her. But at least my search would start in an easterly direction toward Chase Street. Reaching the corner of Cedar and Chase, I decided if I was Winnie I would go south along Chase – I rationalized that its warmer the further south you go. I walked down the middle of Chase street peering into each yard for tale tell signs of recent animal trespassing, but not a single patch of snow appeared disturbed. Reaching Hatton Avenue, I turned right and headed for Main Street. Still no signs of a miserable, freezing, skinny little white dog looking for warmth and safety. At Main Street, I turned right and wandered on the sidewalk toward Waverly Avenue. No dog sightings. I passed the sad sight of the old Henderson house, sitting deserted this year, forlornly awaiting a buyer to take it off the market and give it a little TLC renovation. Last year at this time, it was all warm and aglow as we rented the first floor while our creek house was rebuilt. Now the house sat dark, cold and lonely…and the yard was barren of dog tracks as well. Moving on, I passed the Bank of Lancaster and approached our store front office next to the Rappahannock Hang Ups.
Since the dog search was obviously going to be fruitless, I decided to pop into the warmth of the store and catch up on my e-mail before resuming the search. This just goes to show you that under Heaven, everything has its time and purpose. My idle in the store provided the necessary time for some concerned citizen on Chase Street or Hatton Avenue to call out the National Guard, the US. Marines, and alert the town and county constables that a “suspicious person” was loose in the neighborhood. I’m disappointed they didn’t also set off the town siren, but maybe it was because I wasn’t exactly searching like a ball of fire. Presently, I exited the store by the rear door, cut across the parking lot, and turned east down Waverly Avenue. By now reinforcements had arrived at Winnie’s home on Cedar Lane. The wife and the in laws had joined the foot search. As I turned from Waverly on to Chase and headed back to Cedar, I could see at the distant intersection a car stopped in the middle of the street and the driver chatting with a really old guy – the father-in-law. Suddenly the really old guy backed away, and the car sped toward innocent little ole me. I could see the really old guy stare down the road in my direction and surmised that the car was coming for me. Notwithstanding, I continued to walk toward the car with the nonchalance born of 20 years soldiering. “Yes, officer. Can I help you?” Maybe he was lost too. “We have a report of a suspicious character walking the neighborhood streets.” “Really? Who?” “They said he was wearing a stocking hat. What are you doing.” Imagine that, its winter, 31 degrees, snowing and I’m outside wearing a stocking cap on my bald head. “I’m looking for a lost dog.” “That would be a white dog that has been missing for several hours?” he asked. “Yes, officer. A Jack Russell that got out about 4 hours ago.” “Okay, that’s what the very old man up the street said also; that there were a bunch of people out looking for a lost dog.” It was comforting that my story was confirmed prior to my explanation. After all they could have said they were out looking for a suspicious character in a stocking cap. The story could have ended there, but turns out it was only the beginning of a very strange tangle of events. As I approached the amused crowd of relatives, they all wanted to know what the patrol officer said to me. A midst restrained laughter that the birthday boy was now a “suspicious character”, they admitted there were no signs seen of Winnie. My daughter handed me a leash to use if I found the dog, and I turned to resume my search. I hadn’t gone more than 50 feet, when a truck coming down Chase Street pulled up beside me and stopped. The driver asked if I was looking for a lost dog. The dogless leash in my hand was his clue. Turns out he knew where the dog was….it had wondered around the corner on to Hatton Avenue and was discovered by my daughter’s backyard neighbor (his daughter) cold, wet, and shivering under a bush in the yard. Because the dog rarely got out of the yard, the neighbor had rarely seen the dog before and didn’t immediately recognize Winnie. Now this wouldn’t seem so strange except for the fact that the neighbors were in a rush to get to the airport in Richmond to catch a flight to Green Bay Wisconsin. Seems the neighbor was a big Packer’s fan and had managed to acquire ticket over the Internet to the NFC Championship game at Lombardi Field. (Temperature in Kilmarnock: 31 degrees. Temperature in Green Bay at game time: ZERO). (My wife is a big Packers fan also. She even owns a share of stock in the Packers – the only publicly traded NFL franchise, but not even she would go sit in the bleachers at this time of the year.) Consequently the neighbors had passed Winnie off to the care of some friends while they hurriedly finished packing and rushed off to catch their plane. Their friends happened to live on the west edge of town down Irvington Road, near the Back Inn Time Inn and across the street from “the very old guy” – my father-in-law. Winnie had traveled around the block, then down the road only to wind up across the street from the very in-laws who were out looking for her in a different part of town. Meanwhile back at the truck, the driver was explaining he too was looking for a lost one. His granddaughter had gone to a friend’s birthday party, but had not come home yet and they were getting worried. Unfortunately they did not have the name or phone number of the friend and the granddaughter had not taken her cell phone along. But in a night of coincidences, my daughter was aware of the party, knew the birthday girl and had the phone number, so the lost was also found. Yes, I may be a suspicious character, but it seems far more suspicious to me as to how all these threads could be woven into a single real life fabric purely by chance. I once read a book by R. C. Spruol called “Not a Chance”. I think I know what he was referring to now. Lesson Learned: Don’t wear a stocking cap on a balding head in Kilmarnock on a cold, blustery, snowy evening while walking in the street looking for a lost dog unless you too want to be a suspicious character in a series of curious events.
PHOTOGRAPHIC ESSAY OF ALASKA’S BERING GLACIER DISLPAYED AT RWC Local photo journalist, William (“Bill”) R. Reckert is exhibiting his collection of dramatic photographs of Alaska’s Bering Glacier at Rappahannock Westminster Canterbury during the month of February. Bering Glacier is the largest temperate glacier on earth covering approximately 2,000 square miles. It originates in the mountainous region of eastern Alaska and western Canada; and flow to sea level near Seal River and the Gulf of Alaska.
Bill Reckert now lives with his wife Betty in White Stone.
Northern Neck Radio. 7 January 2008 Occassionally I receive a solicitation that merits passing along to you, the readers of this commentary. Northern Neck Radio is a unique offering that appears to be worth your attention. NNR describes in extended discussions and interviews many of the fine up-coming events that make the Northern Neck special."My name is Mark Huffman and I'm on the board of the Northern Neck Tourism Council. We have developed something called Northern Neck Radio, which is a 10 minute or less mp3 radio show promoting things to do in the Northern Neck. We're trying to put together a "network" of local Web sites that will promote and link to it, expanding the base of listeners beyond those who just go to the NNTC site. You have a great Web site, [of course] which is a terrific resource for an area that lacks a daily newspaper. We're hoping you will consider becoming a Northern Neck Radio "affiliate." Once you add the link, nothing else is required, as we will keep the program updated and current." Here's the link: Northern Neck Radio
Christmas. 18 December 2007 - Every now and then I get a "spam" message that, while still technically falling into the category of a virus-like messages because the reader is urged to send them to every one in their address book, really ought to be send to everyone.
This one probably was started at 10:48 AM 14 November 2006, by "proudseabeewife", the left-behind wife of a Reservist Seabee recalled to active service and sent to Iraq. We don't know if it's her husband who is the responsible author or another member of the 30th Naval Construction Regiment, but "A Different Christmas Poem" is certainly worthy of passing along as is requested at the end. Read it for your self.
A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
Thanksgiving. 22 November 2007 - I drive a Ford Ranger. I have for decades. The only complaint I have about them is the windshields seem to crack with the slightest hint of an impact. Sometimes I think even the break of day is sufficient to start a running crack thru my windshield. With my last Ranger, I was even getting volume discounts from the merchant due to the frequency of my visits.
Now I have a new Ranger, and figured the problems was with the old truck and windshield design. Wrong. Nothing had changed in the decade between truck models. It only took about 8 month for my new truck to demonstrate the same susceptibility. Today I had the windshield replaced by River Glass in Kilmarnock. As I paid for the replacement I met Josh Gedney, aka "Capt'n Glass" according to the business card he handed me. Josh informed me that if it was made of silicone and you could see through it, he could fix it, repair it, or replace it. No job too big or small; too easy or too hard. If it was made of glass, there wasn't anything that he couldn't service. Josh, er... Capt'n Glass made my day - the day before Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving. That day out of the year when we take a few minutes to remember the blessings we received in the year past and to give thanks to God for those resources entrusted to our stewardship. I recount a lot of "Joshs" this year. It's been an extraordinary year, but let me point out a few I met along the way.
Mark Curran and Wayne Penick with Northern Neck State Bank brought back memories of what I know to truly be "home town" banking.
Bill Smith of TSL Property Maintenance who went out of his way to make sure we satisfied recently enacted changes to the Chesapeake Bay Act that seemed to ensnare our new home's occupancy permit.
John & Susan Browne, David & Barbara Fuller, and Sara Holland, aka 3 Studs and a Hammer, & Northern Neck Tongue & Grove, who volunteered time and energy in the closing weeks to paint and floor our home.
"Don" at the Gloucester Home Depot flooring department whose advice, counsel, and active interest was invaluable.
Keith Neff, Coan Electric, master electrician, which says it all. Glenn Pinn of Pinn's Roofing - The man who the experts turn to when they can't figure out what's leaking.
Jack Hurd of Hurd's True Value in Deltaville - if the dictionary used a picture of a hardware store for the definition, Hurd's would be that picture and Jack would be the Handy Hardware Man.
And Christina Koroulakis, Lindal Cedar Homes, who oversaw the construction of our fabulous new home in a mere 8 months from start to finish.
Then there is James M. Alga, CPA. He stopped in this afternoon asking if we could print a flyer for him - The Red Devils Singers "Song of the Season" concert announcement. James typically comes in with a flyer print request for this event or that worthy cause. I think he must really be a part time CPA and a full time Good Samaritan. As usual, he offered to pay for the flyer out of his own pocket, but as luck would have it, today we were running an unadvertised Thanksgiving special on Red Devils Singer flyers with the first 30 flyers being free which, coincidently, was exactly what he requested.
You see, Thanksgiving isn't really about all the things you manage to collect during the year. It's about the people who enter your life and leave their mark in ways that are truly gifts of God.
DO YOU YAHOO? 8 November 2007 If so, you may be a "yahoo". At NorthernNeck.com we offer free email. So does YAHOO.com The difference is ours works and if you do have problems you can call us and we will get it fixed.
Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for YAHOO.com. About 75% of all the trouble calls we get from our NorthernNeck.com users is related to sending and receiving email to or from YAHOO's free email accounts. The problem almost invariability is with YAHOO and their spam filters, blacklists, and other assorted schemes to control traffic volume.
If you use or depend on YAHOO email as your primary business email or for important personal mail purposes, you may be a "yahoo" in the old vernacular that we used the term when I was a kid.
Here are some explanations for YAHOO mail problems. If you are having a problem with YAHOO mail, please consider these before you call and say you are having trouble sending mail or are missing mail from a YAHOO account. Better yet, get a dependable free email account from NorthernNeck.com.
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Here is YAHOO "ANSWERS" Site for people with problems: http://help.yahoo.com/l/us/yahoo/mail/original/technical/index.html
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Who You Gonna Call When ….? GhostBusters of course when the problem is ghosts in the attic. Or, Red Adair if your oil well is on fire. Or, the United States Marines when you want to send a strong message. Well, when the Forest Service said we had a dangerous community fire hazard from accumulated jackstraw from Hurricanes Isabel and Ernesto, and subsequent growth of impenetrable thickets and overgrowth encroaching on our road shoulders, we called Phogg Brothers to help reclaim our road. I talked to Steve Barksdale, Phogg Brothers specialist in “Land Grooming”. After inspecting the situation, he said, “piece of cake for the BULL HOG!” No hauling. No chain saws. No piles of debris to deal with. Unlike conventional clearing operations, Phogg Brothers offers (I like this part) a “more gentle, environmentally friendly approach – a machine that chips and shreds brush and trees up to 6” inches diameter, leaving behind a protective mulch layer.” Yeah, right. Sure. Yabetcha …. Sounds too environmentally correct to me to be much more than a weak handshake. But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but Steve Barksdale and his FECON-enabled GEHL "Bobcat" with the toothy Bull Hog up front and drooling at the prospect of feasting on the veggies that crowed our road. Granted some of the old blowdown was double the 6” Steve said his machine would eat, but it still gobbled up 10-16" trunks, limbs, and tangle without even a burb. Here are a few pix of Steve and his faithful Bobcat … before and after. Yep, when the going got tough, we called Phogg Brothers. You can too at 804-694-6269 or 804-504-5815.
FIFTEEN YEARS. 070908 - It’s been fifteen years today. Seems like yesterday. Seems like a lifetime. Our son, Michael died on this date in 1992. He was 21. It was no one’s fault. Mike had an undetected heart condition that caused a heart attack and killed him in mere moments from the on set. Mike is our only son.
When Mike scored very well on the Army’s aptitude tests, and they offered him a huge bonus to enlist for one of the “spook” job fields, he was hooked. So off he went to join the Army and see the world that fall day in 1990. He took basic training at Fort Devens, Massachusetts. The First Gulf War was just winding down. Mike as allowed to switch job specialties to work on Apache Helicopters, spending Advanced training at Fort Eustis learning to repair the armament systems. He graduating first in his class, Mike was assigned to Fort Campbell, Kentucky – Home of the 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault) “Screaming Eagles”. Unexpectedly, Mike arrived home on a 3 day pass on that 5th of September – Labor Day Weekend in 1992. We had not seen him in over a year. It was a huge surprise to say the least. We went to “Mike’s Restaurant” in Springfield which is known for its fabulous food, and besides we like the little irony of taking Mike to “Mikes”. We stood on the lawn that Sunday evening as he was preparing to drive back to Ft Campbell. Both my wife and I remarked to him how great it was to see him, how good he looked in his uniform and what great shape he appeared to be in with all that Army PT. He got back to his unit just before mid-night and was sitting on the floor with his roommates all discussing their 3-day pass adventures, when he suddenly announce that the “those lights are absolutely beautiful”, fell over and died.
Medics were there within 5 minutes, but it was too late. Later we would learn that Mike suffered from a congenital heart condition that was never detected even during the very thorough Army Flight Physicals which he took. The heart walls were enlarged eventually causing the heart valves not to close properly. Many people may be familiar with the term “sudden death syndrome” usually associated with an athlete in seemingly perfect heath dying on the ballfield. Ft. Campbell was Mike’s ballfield.
Thank God for the 3-day pass. We got to see, talk and touch him for those fleeting moments 15 years ago. It seems like yesterday. It seems like a lifetime ago.
[You can read a little bit about how we have delt with the loss of our son, Mike, HERE] WAL-MART SATELITE SHOPS. 070831 - Time to check out Wal-Mart site progress, now that they are actually hiring. The exterior, of course is about done with the parking lot paved and landscaping underway.
The satelite shops don't have an anchor store at the moment of this writing. May be they ought to go talk to the Kilmarnock Postmaster about room for a new post office in the 28,000 square feet. The post office could be a long term anchor tenant which would very nicely compliment the open area, spacious parking and traffic controls recently installed.
WAL-MART HIRING. 070729 WAL-MART HIRING CENTER is open for business beginning Monday, 30 July. They are looking for Supervors, Cashiers, Greeters, and the following types of folks they call Associates: Grocery, Meat, Deli Seafood, Maintenance, Instock, and Overnight. To apply either visit the hiring center in the Chesapeake Commons Courtyard (next to Peebles) at 465 North Main Street, or call them at 804-435-3769. Of course you can apply on line at WAL-MART HIRING CENTER.
STEVIE'S ICE CREAM. 070730 Thursday, 26 July 2007, a new and long anticipated enterprised opened on North Main Street adjacent to Farm and Home Supply -- an ice cream stand, Stevie's Ice Cream. Owner Steve Billmeyer, says it is a life long dream come true. I think its a life long dream for a lot of people who have always talked about the need for an ice cream stand but have lived with the disappointment until Steve undertook to fulfill his dream.
Stevie's Ice Cream is accessed by entering the Chesapeake Commons parking area, then going to the far northwest corner of the lot, and entering the gravel parking stand where many people are familiar with the seasonal vegetable stand's location. Stevie's has solved the grass and mud problem by constructing a wonderful ground-level deck with convenient bench seating. Prehaps some tables with umbrellas will be available in the near future. Stevie's Ice Cream is still in the process of ironing out the start up details such as hours of operation which initially are 11:00 AM to 10:00 PM Monday through Saturday and 1:00 to 9:00 PM on Sundays. That's a lot of hours to spend in the small stand in a hot sunny spot. Steve's wife, Maxine, says they have not decided on the specifics of their annual operation, but as of now it looks like they will close after Kilmarnock's Christmas Parade on or about 15 December and reopen the following 15th of March. In case you are wondering why it is called Stevie's - "Stevie" is what Steve's grandmother called him when he was a kid. I guess now that Steve is in the ice cream dispensing business he is feeling like a kid again. Congratulations, Stevie! Kilmarnock has long awaited your arrival. If you need to call Stevie's, they can be reached at 804-435-2252. I have posted a copy of their menu for your hot summer daze enjoyment.
YOU BE THE JUDGE. 070417 I was at the post office the other day. When I came out to get into my vehicle, an individual had parked exceeding close to the driver’s side so that, slender as I am, I could not gain entry. I thus waited the return of the driver, who, as the individual approached, assessed that I was waiting for them. In a defensive mood, the individual asked if I had a problem. I pointed out that I was a hostage to their parking proficiency which denied me access to my vehicle. The individual said they were “forced” to park close because of surrounding vehicles. In amazement I surveyed the parking opportunities both east and west of where our two vehicles were parked. When I arrived, the spot I chose was unencumbered on either side by several spaces. As we stood there the same situation existed except for this individual’s vehicle. The individual said that they were “forced” to park there because, in my absence, the entire parking lot had filled up (and emptied) so that this was the only space available. I noted the license plate bore the “H” symbol entitling this individual to the always available (in my experience at the post office) opportunity to park next to the building versus across and down the lot with the common folk. The response was: “Where is your Christian charity? I parked here so that someone more in need could use that (useless) spot.” Images of lightening bolts striking the spot I stood instantly flashed through my mind, but then the Holy Spirit (well, it seemed like the Holy Spirit), brought me back to my senses (or did the devil make me do it)? I pointed out that the Lord had made the United States Government enact laws creating that Handicapped parking spot just for them, but that they had decided to reject the gift of God, and instead, steal the gifts God had given me in terms of time and space. Was I correct or did the devil make me do it? You be be the judge. (Disclaimer: "Judge not least you be judged." Is there a Pastor in the house who can help sort all this out??)
AUCTIONS – A BEST KEPT SECRET (070307) I can tell spring is near. I just received an auction bill in the mail from the Callao Auction House in Lottsburg. Frankly, Grayson Smith’s Saturday morning auctions are some of the best entertainment and frequently rewarding activities in the Northern Neck.
Nearly every Saturday morning beginning at 10:00 AM sharp, a bit of Northern Neck history and heirlooms are put up for bid. He usually starts outside with “box lots”, and items to rough, big or inappropriate for in door display. I love the box lots. Its like playing one of those TV game show where you try to guess what’s behind the door and would you be willing to buy it. Of course a lot of other folks are playing right along also. Some raise their hand, some give a nod or wink that only the auctioneer can detect, some try to dive in at the last second. Fascinating. People arrive early to inspect the auction lots, to chat with friends they have made in regularly attending these exercises in artful negotiations – the Auctioneer trying to get the best price, the bidders trying to guess how they can get an item cheaply, everyone offering opinions or displaying amazement at the bids and bidders.
Need to furnish the second house, a couple of trips to the auction ought to do it. Need a gift for that birthday, anniversary, or special event, look for hidden gems or unique items among the boxes and shelves in the auction house. Need tools or guns or riding lawn mower but don’t want to pay retail price, then come to the auction. Just want to have a great time? Then I will see you at the Callao Auction House or at some estate in the Northern Neck were Grayson Smith, former VA State Champion Auctioneer, is passing a bit of history from one generation to the next. The next opportunity to come to the auction is Saturday, 14 July at 9:30. Here is a MAP and the auction BILL. Other auction date and time opportunities are 5 May and 12 May.
FOR Taylor (my 14 year old mutt) and I do a lot of walking around town for exercise. I’m not sure which of us needs it more. One of the byproducts of our travels is surveying the goings on in the area. “FSBO” caught our attention a few weeks back. Have you noticed the signs recently – For House #1 is on House #2 is on House #3 is on House #4 is my favorite; You might call it a classic doll house. Here the seller has taken a novel approach of putting a large sign on the roof of the house. The owner is using a non-realtor “broker/agent” who has placed the house in a prime viewing location on If that price is still too steep, check out the unfurnished “Spiderman” mansion. It’s on the market for only $200. Of course, you will need to move the houses if you buy, but the prices are right and you can always say you bought it for the kids.
Of course Houses 4 and 5 really ARE doll houses, but they are FSBO. You can see more pictures of them in the NorthernNeck.Com Photo Gallery, or you can drop by and view them at Kilmarnock's very own: The Doll House Be sure to visit our Real Estate Classified Ads feature premier properties from the best Realtors in the Northern Neck.
Lawn Deer & Pink Flamingos - 061228 At this time of the year I like to drive around and look at all the Christmas decorations. A lot of people have put time and effort into yard decorations and lighting visibly celebrating the anniversary birth of the Christ child. I muse over how much impact the light shows have on the East Coast Power Grid. The house on Route 200 in Burgess is always an interesting spectacle that requires at least one trip this time of year to witness. It could be in the running
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