Found One!

OK, so I haven’t updated this for a while... My bad, but I have very busy. In my opinion, I was treated very poorly by my Bank of America loan officer, Steve Erickson, so I switched banks. I guess 28 years of customer loyalty doesn’t count for squat anymore. Such is life. I shopped for a small bank, and found a winner in Liberty Bank ( I have been very impressed with the professionalism and friendliness of everyone I have encountered. By the way, all of this went on as my earnest money was put down on a great end-unit condo in Marion, Iowa. It has 3 bedrooms, 3 baths, a walk-out basement, a big deck, and a fireplace. It has passed the general inspection, radon and termite inspections with flying colors. I have a general contractor who is going to handle all of the necessary remodelling. All in all, everything is going very well. All I need is everything that is not on my list of ‘Stuff I Own’. Currently, that is a pretty short list. Entertainment center and television set. Rooms to Go ( and IKEA ( and I are going to become very, very good friends.

iChat with Kim & Mom

Kim and I talked earlier in the week, and i let it have it with both barrels because she did not respond to my e-mail saying how happy I was about my condo search. Little did I know that some nutcase was shooting up the University of Texas with an AK-47. UT is where my niece Colby attends...and thankfully there was a happy ending for us. Mom saw my tattoo for the first time, and wanted the story behind it (it is of the Phoenix and Phi Alpha, deeply meaningful to my fraternity, Sigma Alpha Epsilon, and to me personally).

After that was finished, I showed them pictures of the condo I am thinking about buying. Kim still thinks I should be committed, but asked me what I wanted for a house-warming gift. I jokingly told her a couch, and we all laughed. (My divorce last year left me with a TV, entertainment center, and a hat rack/coat tree. My sister, the lawyer, recommended that I read all papers before signing them. Excellent advice for big brother. And it seems that carried with it implicit approval for my actions. Mom and Kim...I love you a lot!!!

The Search Begins

Well, the day before yesterday will go down as one of the best days in my life. Deb picked me up at a little after 9, and we headed for Cedar Rapids. We picked Lyndsay up in Center Point, and headed to the first of 4 condos. It was way south of Cedar Rapids, literally WAY out in the sticks. It was still in the framing stage, and was very small. No one was impressed.

I think we looked at another condo then...I get confused because none of them were handicapped accessible. So I sat in the sun, while Lyndsay and Deb looked. The third unit was interesting. I again was relegated to the sun, but both Deb and Lyndsay were beaming when they came out. Huge smiles said to me 'This may be a possibility'. Then we went to a fourth unit, which was nice, but not a clear winner. We discussed our options, and decided that I needed to see the interior of the third condo. Then we went to Menard's, a store I am going to spend a lot of time in. We ended up buying a couple of 6-foot ramp frames, and two 6-foot 1"x12"s. Not exactly ADA compliant, but they worked beautifully. And then I understood why my companions beamed. The condo had a finished basement with a sliding glass door. I would be able to access the entire house! And without rolling/bouncing down the stairs.

I spent yesterday considering my options... Should I buy something that I found on my first day of looking? Or be sensible and wait for a better, more suitable unit? I called my bank this morning...

Off We Go!

Well, I finally have an appointment to see condos in Cedar Rapids next Monday. No ride yet, but an appointment I figure some kind soul in the next week will free up their schedule. If not, I suppose I can head down the road in my wheelchair. Nah...I’m not that I?


Why don’t realtors listen to their clients? I was very specific as to what I wanted...a condominium located in Cedar Rapids. Why in hell am I getting listings for houses? OK, I get that I might, in someone’s reality, be talked into spending $40,000 more for a house...NOT! But in Iowa City? WTF? Is English your second language? What about ‘I am in a wheelchair and don’t want to mess with a yard.’ is unclear?