This small shack near the state forest always caught my attention. One day as I was driving by I saw a for sale sign and open tours. The only car in the lot was the relator. I swung around and pulled into the parking lot. The relator was sitting at a table looking at her laptop when I walked in. She looked up and asked, "Would you like a tour?"
Looking around, I said, "Yes and a bit of the building's history."
Standing up she said, "Of course. "This bar was built in the 1920's and has been a bus stop, a gas station, a billiards hall, and a bar. The last owner passed in the kitchen from a heart attack five years ago, and his daughter finally decided to sell."
"Besides basic upkeep," I said. "What is wrong with the building?"
"Honestly," She said. "The building is solid. The building is priced to sell. The building has the main room, kitchens, a small apartment, and twelve mini guestrooms with bathrooms."
"What is the asking price?" I asked.
"Two hundred and forty thousand," She said. "It is a great price and a great location. It is at the start of the state park that allows fishing, hunting, and camping. There is a path that takes people right to the state office for the camping locations."
She showed me around, and after seeing everything, I asked, "Would the seller accept two hundred and twenty-five thousand cash?"
She said, "Let me make a call."
She walked outside and came back in ten minutes later. She handed me a card and said, "She will accept that offer. As you do not have a representative, I will handle all aspects of the sale. We have to have the inspection. We will have to get you insurance."
"Done," I said. "Do you have a way to do the official offer?"
"Yes I do," She said. "Let us get to work."
She went outside and took down the open house sign, and placed a sale pending sign. I sat while she started the offer paperwork and she asked, "What are you going to do with this place?"
"I am going to turn it into a roadside store and a hidden treasure," I said. "I have big plans for this place."
Two weeks later, I was in her office signing the paperwork and handing her a check for the two hundred and twenty-five thousand. When I finished buying the property, I took my camera and headed out to the place to take pictures. While I was taking pictures, my phone rang and I saw the caller ID that showed Florida State Prison System.
Answering the call, I accepted the charges and said, "Hey, baby, did you get the care package I sent you?"
Mike chuckled and said, "Yes, I did. You spoiled me."
"You being in there is shit," I said. "You defended me from being attacked and the sheriff thought you deserved this."
"Ella baby don't," He said. "I would go to jail again if I needed to protect you. But let us talk about happier things. What are you doing?"
"I am taking pictures of our new home and business," I said.
"Do you want to repeat that?" Mike said.
"I bought a property that is our business and home," I said. "You called before I could send you an email with pictures. You know the building, though. The old restaurant by the state forest that had the motel attached."
"Ella, you bought it?" He said. "I thought that place was coming down."
"Nope, the only thing that the owner had to fix was the roof over the hotel section," I said. "We are going to be the closest place to hunting and local fishing at the state park."
Ella, Mike
main dining room, kitchen, pantry, storage, freezers, fridge, general store building, storeroom, a small apartment w/ kitchen-dining-master bath- master closet- master bed- office- guest room- bathroom- living room-dining room, and twelve mini guestrooms with bathrooms, Vending machine room, ice house."
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