Here she is last September cuddling the neighbor's big baby, Capiche. As it happens, my wife and I own (mortgage) the house directly behind her, which, as it happens, belonged to my great-grandpa in the 20s.
Apparently great gramps was a bootlegger during prohibition, kept a little speakeasy in the basement, and every Sunday after Church, all the Irish Catholics came over to get loaded on bathtub gin. He was a quality inspector/supervisor for the USDA. He had everything at his fingertips.
Come to find out, 50% of this house is now mine. Well, was. Left it to my cousin to deal with and she did a short sale on the damn thing... not so much as a $5 lien on that property... but it's definitely dated and needed overhauls.
I think I need an advisor or a mentor or... something. I keep thinking I should put this bequest somewhere it can grow on us a little... but then again, paying off 3/4 of my mortgage sounds
reeeeally good right now... I honestly don't know what to do. I was perfectly content as a nephew.