I have two offices. One is located in a modest single-level building in downtown Gilbert, Arizona. The other has four wheels and smells like breath mints (my daughter loves those things). Whether I’m at my desk or behind the wheel of my car, you can bet I’m listening to local sports radio.
Not long before I started writing this book, I was listening to my favorite station. In between talk of the Arizona Cardinals and the Phoenix Suns basketball team, I got clobbered over and over by an obnoxious commercial.
Yet another real estate investing guru was in town promoting his foreclosure boot camp. The ad was dripping with promises of investment ...