Know this upfront: This story won’t make me look like a saint, but God knows I’m not anyway, so I might as well tell the truth.
Years before Tink and I married, I bought a three-acre parcel of land that adjoins the Rondarosa. Because it faces a major highway—with two entrances—I was afraid it would be bought for a convenience store.
Let me not forget to mention that it came with a double-wide traile…