The Birth of Real Estate Investing We better start at the beginning...Once upon a time there was fellow named Gruntel. Now Gruntel was the bravest man in his tribe. All the others feared and respected him. Not unlike the feeling we have today for Donald Trump. Except in Gruntles' time everyone slept under trees or really fat cows. Since there was no such thing as 'indoors' back then, this created some problems. Not the least of which was when the leaves fell off the trees or the cows were 'too full', if you know what I mean. Anyway, so one day Gruntel woke up and went down to the river to clean up. He thought to himself there must be a way to get out of the weather, and finally get a goods nights sleep. He looked around for a solution, and realized all the bats on the block lived in the caves that dotted the hillsides. Why couldn't HE live in one of the caves. All he had to do was get the bats to move out, and he would move in. So off he goes to the first cave. Anyway, looking around inside he could see that the place needed a little 'cleaning' to start with. He noticed the bats all lived on the ceiling, so he would have the same problems he had with the cows if he just 'moved in', without getting the bats to leave first. As luck would have it, the torch he was carrying helped scare the bats away, so bingo, he built a mighty fire in the cave, and presto, the all the bats left for another cave. He summoned some of the tribes people to sweep the cave out, and help him get rid of the spiders as well. He was soon able to move into the cave, and create the first 'home' for his people, a home he and his family slept in. Anyway, now the other tribes people did not have Gruntels' courage, and remained for many weeks sleeping as they always had under the trees and cows. So the idea occurred to Gruntle that if he repeated the proccess on some of the other caves, he could 'floob' them out to other folks for food and water, animal skins, fire wood, and other goodies. He began to think to himself if he 'invested' his time doing that, all his other needs would be taken care of. So, one by one, he prepared the other caves. But he noticed after the first one was ready to move into, the tribes people started arguing WHO was going to get the cave. So it dawned on Gruntel that he could floob the cave to the family that would give him the most goodies. So a bidding war began amongst the tribe for the privilage of 'floobing' the cave. Anyway, one by one the offers kept mounting until no one could top the final offer. So Gruntel got his first 'floober', and a hefty bunch of goodies to boot. The same thing happened to the next cave, and the next cave, and so on and so forth, until all the caves were taken. Now our story could end here if it were not for the fact that some of the tribes people still were left without a cave. So Gruntel decided he could get a few of the tribesmen to dig some additional caves and pay them with the bounty he got from floobing the natural caves. So that is what he did. They dug, he 'floobed', he got more goodies, and used the goodies to pay the diggers. He soon realized he could floob the new caves for more than he paid the diggers to create them. Anyaway, then he began to notice that some of the tribes people began to desire one cavesite over another, and it occurred to him that if he just asked for a small amount of goodies, to cover the transaction, he could get them to switch caves, and everyone would be happy. At last all the tribes people had the cave of their dreams. Gruntel was the richest man in the valley, and everything seemed like paradise. Anyway, unfortunately once all the bats had left the valley, the mesquitos and other nasties multiplied beyond belief, and drove off the tribes people that hadn't died of malaria. I'll let Al Gore finish the rest of the story... Cletus
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