Many years ago, I was door knocking for business on Woodbine Avenue and was greeted at the door by Mercer Conn. I soon after sold his two storey house and helped him buy his bungalow down the street. Already he was looking to relieve the strain on his knees.
We became friends of sorts over the years. He'd call me from time to time to appraise his house. He'd show me the work he had performed fixing this and that. He wanted to see how close he was to early retirement. Being a truck driver, his body had been put through the ringer and was starting to break down.
Then, 4+ years ago, he had heart bypass surgery but soon recovered and returned to work. Last year, I received two calls for appraisals, the last one being the number he was looking for. Mercer was moving to Belleville to enjoy his slightly early retirement. His knees were hurting so bad, he could hardly change gears in his truck.
I always want my clients to get a lot of money for their home of course but with Mercer and his wife Rita, this took on new meaning. They had both been tireless workers throughout their life and hadn't built up a fortune. The equity in their bungalow was going to have to go a long way and their hope was for a long but somewhat modest retirement in the less expensive town of Belleville. Mercer even had a part time job working for his nephew at the local Toyota dealership.
Sadly, Mercer died last Friday, a very few months after giving up the job he had endured those many years. It just wasn't right.