I thought I was settled for life (or at least until my retirement).
Oblivious to the nascent real estate development craze around me, the first hint of my “life change” came August ‘06 in the guise of an innocuous letter from my landlord, “inviting” me to break my lease early, should I wish to move.
Me, move? I had mega-thousands of racks and boxes of authentic 19th and 20th century clothes and accessories (see right), an accumulation of almost 30 years in business! I was settled in. I was not budging! I sent a polite ”no thank-you” note.
I became the last hold-out, the ultimate thorn in the landlord’s side.
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