Today is the first Sunday in December. Twenty-eight days ago, on November’s first Sunday, I woke up at the Wall Street Inn in lower Manhattan prepared to complete the New York City Marathon one final time and excited that Margaret and I had signed a contract to buy a home in Manasquan.
With respect to the latter, the deal fell through, which is often the case in real estate transactions. Our search continues.
With respect to the former, that did not happen either...
…as you might have heard.
-AK
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