Postscript to this thread:Today was to be the day I looked over the house on the golf course one final time before signing a contract. Most of the day went well. Measurements were taken of each room to make sure the space was a good fit for me. (It was.) I spent time observing the traffic flow on the street that runs along one side of the house to ensure that noise wouldn't be a big problem. (Not a big problem. I could live it.) I walked the hole again, to see if other homeowners had found it necessary to take precautions against errant golf shots by putting up protective screens or tall fences in their backyards. (No problems there either.) I inspected the outside of the house, around the foundation, to make sure that a problem with water drainage could be corrected. (It could.) But while I was in the front yard I noticed, you guessed it, a golf ball. In the FRONT yard! I have a hard time seeing how a shot could end up there. Maybe some player taking out his frustration and hitting a long one and the wind caught it. Or maybe the couple next door planted it there, hoping to scare me and other prospective buyers away. In any case, I'm not going to spend time trying to figure out how the ball got there. I've decided not to sign the contract. I guess it wasn't meant to be. My search for a new home continues.kh
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