Being a land lord can make anyone turn old and gray. IÕve been a landlord for just a few years and I think IÕve aged twenty-five years or more. IÕve got to be God, the Judge and the jury; IÕve got to be the father, grandfather, the bishop the pastor and the priest. IÕve got bottoms to wipe, teardrops to blot, fights to referee, the whole life of a landlord is a menagerie.
When the lives of all my renters have been mended my days not through, itÕs just begun. Now I have the holes in the walls to repair, doors to fix, toilets, phones, and TVÕs too. Hold on thatÕs not it yet, I still have the lawns to mow, trees to prune, fences to repair and last but not least weeds to pull. Now after all this IÕm dam lucky if I can collect the rent.