Real Estate, as an industry, is hard for outsiders to understand. How do agents get paid? Don't they all make a gazillion dollars? Why don’t they all look like the Property Brothers, aka werewolves?

A high school acquaintance recently Facebook messaged me and asked me what the address of my childhood home had been. I told her it didn’t have one. It had a route number. Route 3, Murray Lane.

I'm guessing that when most people think of the word "grandma," they tend to think of plump, little old ladies who bake cookies and bring you presents when it's not your birthday or Christmas and generally more or less spoil you rotten.