THE WEIRDEST LAWS IN REAL ESTATE

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Real estate will always be cool – no doubt about that. There’s something special about owning your own piece of the pie. There’s some magic level of adulthood reserved for those who know the “ins and outs” of mortgages. There is camaraderie in identifying yourself as someone who has taken the “plunge” of ownership. Real estate, also, can be weird. There are rules to follow and checklists to keep up with; bills to pay, things to be sprayed and corners to be cleaned. Rarely, in some particular cases, there are inarguably ludicrous laws to follow. Whether I point to outdated laws that have simply been overlooked or laws that are – regardless of time and space – laughable, the oddities of real estate laws are worth noting. Here are some of my favorites. THE WEIRDEST LAWS IN REAL ESTATE

DON’T GO TO THIS INCREDIBLE RENAISSANCE FAIR AN HOUR FROM DC

IMG_5833No seriously, don’t go.  I mean, yeah, it’s surreal and incredible and one-of-a-kind, but it’s also private property, with “No Trespassing” signs posted everywhere, and actively being used by a “hunting club,” which is a term used for packs of men tromping through the woods and firing high-powered rifles at the slightest movement.  The cops also check in on the place regularly.  So yeah, don’t go.  However, if you did manage to sneak in, you’d see one of the best abandoned sites on the east coast.  (Don’t do it, though.) DON’T GO TO THIS INCREDIBLE RENAISSANCE FAIR AN HOUR FROM DC

“If you traveled back a hundred-plus years in a time machine, and told the turn-of-the-century carpenter F.J. Simonds, original owner of this former carpentry shop, that his humble pile of bricks would someday be flying off the market at just over a million dollars, he probably would’ve hit you with a piece of scrap lumber and told you to lay off the bathtub moonshine. (Old-timey carpenters were a cranky bunch.)”

“If you traveled back a hundred-plus years in a time machine, and told the turn-of-the-century carpenter F.J. Simonds, original owner of this former carpentry shop, that his humble pile of bricks would someday be flying off the market at just over a million dollars, he probably would’ve hit you with a piece of scrap lumber and told you to lay off the bathtub moonshine. (Old-timey carpenters were a cranky bunch.)”