Attorneys, and a more pleasant note.
So I've been doing this somewhat complex boundary and topo on a site that has some major ponding at the entrance. I asked the attorney repeatedly, in writing, for the ADOT right-of-way deed. Fourth request he sends me an old title report and says that is all they have. I do some research and produce the survey drawing. It went out this morning. Then, and only then, does he produce the right-of-way deed which apparently nobody else knew about. Completely changes everything so I'm irked. Currently having a glass of wine with some Triscuits drizzled with olive oil and some salt sprinkled on. Almost makes it all better.
More pleasant survey adventure yesterday. Modern large building, only the name on the front, no clue to what they do. I walk in to announce my presence and am floored by the showroom crowded with perfectly restored racing vehicles of all descriptions. Then he shows me the large room next door with tons of expensive sports cars which they restore, and I am impressed. Back story: Six decades ago I had a 1958 Corvette convertible, the finest car I've ever owned. First wife made me get rid of it - she didn't like the clutch. I've been lusting after a '58 for the past several years, and the grandkids have encouraged me to get one. Sure enough, he has a '58 Corvette and walks me over. Interesting psychological effect here - it is a much larger car than I remember. Never expected that.
Make the grandkids happy and buy that sucker! You want them happy don't you?
You had me at wine. You definitely lost me at Triscuits drizzled with olive oil and salt. I came back around at the notion of you owning a '58 Corvette.
50 years ago I knew a fellow that collected Corvettes. At the time he had about a dozen. Different year models but they were all white convertibles with red leather interiors.
When the DeTomaso Pantera was produced for Ford he bought one. He flew to Miami, accepted delivery and drove it back to South Georgia. He then put it up on blocks, removed the wheels, pulled the spark plugs and filled the pistons with oil. I don't know if he is still alive, much less if he still has it, but I wonder what it would be worth today.
One take away from the 58 Vette was the size of the steering wheel. No power steering in those beasts. Schatzie would approve.