So every time we'd be driving by, she'd point out the property, and I'd say something like, "Well...
...Let me go over there and check it out!" I mean, that's the kind of thing I do, after all. For that matter, it's the kind of thing Jeff Skrenes does in his role as Hawthorne Housing Director. But my friend was always afraid I would be, oh I don't know, stabbed by a crackhead or something.
The other day while I was collecting unwanted "We Buy Houses" signs with my son, Alex, I came upon the building and remembered that thing about the garage. Prudently telling my son to STAY BACK, I checked out the garage, sticking my face near the dark hole cut in the door and sniffing for squatters. (Seriously, one of the best ways to detect squatters in an empty house, versus a house that is merely messed up and full of rotting food, is to use your nose)
I didn't smell any squatters, but it was impossible to see inside the garage. I didn't have a flashlight--this was daylight, after all--but then I remembered the flash on my camera. (Well, it's actually my friend's camera, the same friend who was worried about the squatter)
So I stuck the camera lens inside the hole and took a photo with the flash. I checked the photo and discovered the garage was completely empty, no sign of squatters.
Heck, all the same SOMEBODY should nail a board over that hole, to keep the weather out if nothing else.
(Blogging from the Holiday Inn, Alexandria, Minnesota)