Wingman was a partner in an up-and-coming Dotcom
company which was eventually bought out by a much larger Dotcom company. The owner got cash for his shares of stock while all the limited partners got was their stock transferred to the new company. When the owner bought a big, beautiful home, Wingman wanted a bigger home too. We argued about selling our little ranch-after all, in just a couple of years, the boys would be starting college (think tuition) and moving on. And where would we get the money for that bigger mortgage? Wingman rationed that once he could sell his stock, we'd be fine. Very reluctantly, I agreed to buy the home I live in now.
One week before we closed, Wingman lost his job.
A month later, a tree in the front yard keeled over, hit the house and broke the front door.
Two months later, the Dotcom bubble burst, and the stock we owned wasn't worth the paper it was printed on.
Boy, did I hate that house then.
