Along this wall of white space is contained an account of a single, divorced man
needing somewhere to live and an agent who just so happened to be a preacher broadcasting worldwide on short wave radio. The deal itself had begun during a casual conversation with a Son-in-law of the buyer.
"Don, would you like to buy a
trailer, lot, and two houses?"
"I am looking for a place to live," Don answered. "Where is it, and how much are they asking for it"?
"It's on South Jefferson Street," said the Son-in-law.
"It's just $8300. I'll give you Richard's telephone number if you like.
He'll set up an appointment for you to see the property".
Don was interested in that mobile home sitting within the small town of Hillsboro, Illinois. Telephoning its owner, later during that day, Don drove from
Harvel, Illinois to Hillsboro- a distance of twenty miles. Already a local fan of
Hillsboro, Illinois, all Don had to do was follow the preacher's directions. Don
enjoyed his visits to Hillsboro. It's businessmen were cordial, and he'd fished
and camped at its lakes. He'd attended Old Settlers and several movies with friends. He'd stop there to buy gas and groceries with his ex-wife and three daughters. Hillsboro seemed to be a nice town
Along the way that September, 1996 day, Don noticed that many of the residences
in Hillsboro were on lots ladened with tall weeds.
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George Harold Fulks, Tuesday, July 26, 2011