A Good Home for an Old Friend
This week came with a big milestone — one I’ve been working toward for a long time, and one I honestly wasn’t sure how it would feel when it finally happened. About 30 minutes before writing this, my Jeep officially left my life. Not in a sad way. In a right way. A couple was in town for a soccer tournament and spotted it sitting there with the for‑sale signs. I missed their call, but their voicemail had that unmistakable Jeep‑person excitement. When I called back, they were already buzzing to come check it out. And these weren’t just casual buyers — these were Jeep people. The kind who’ve owned as many as I have. The kind who know what they’re looking at, what they’re getting into, and why old Jeeps matter. We walked through everything I’d done to it, everything that came with it, and they were all in. Then came the Sunday-at-5pm problem: -Where do you notarize a title? ...