My first driving for dollars find that I actually closed on came from a street I almost skipped
Mingo Road in Tulsa, old part of town, nothing flashy, just a brick ranch with a tarp on half the roof and grass that had gone to seed twice over. Logged it in August 2022, mailed it three times, nothing back. Then in January the owner called me off a postcard I had basically forgotten I sent. She was 74, living with her daughter in Broken Arrow, and the house had been sitting since her husband died in 2021. We talked for probably 45 minutes before price came up once. Got it at $61,000, put about $22,000 into it, sold it in May for $118,500. The roof situation was actually better than the tarp suggested, which almost never happens. What I remember most is that the call came in at 7:48 in the morning on a Wednesday and I almost let it go to voicemail because I didn't recognize the number. I would have called back eventually but I think that early pickup mattered to her. The whole thing started because I took a left instead of looping back on 11th like I usually did.