Many years ago, my late husband and I both owned real estate and had a real estate management company. It started off with the rental of an eight-bedroom home that a church owned but didn’t know what to do with. We initially rented to the hippie crowd as my late husband felt that they had been discriminated against. In the beginning it went well as he was available. However, once he became sick everything changed. As I was the one handling the home and rentals it wasn’t long before the tenants began acting up. Many still paid but sometimes, in what I realized later, were silver coins probably stolen. The majority of the tenants were reasonable. They didn’t make large messes which made it easier for me to keep clean. Then it began. Once they figured out my late husband was no longer around, they slowly began playing games. At first it was late rent. Then we had a soda machine on the second floor which they broke into. After that, there were suddenly more people living there than were original tenants. They still allowed me to clean just about every day but then one day I wasn’t allowed to go about the house. They had all decided they didn’t need to pay rent and refused. In addition, when I tried to explain that we had obligations they didn’t really care. Then, as I walked into the living room, they had an iguana on a leash which they used and started chasing me. I had to back out slowly as I was scared. It was not small either. I didn’t know what to do so I went to the hospital to ask my husband. He was quite sick but not so sick as he became instantly furious. He sent me to visit a friend of ours and explain the circumstances. This friend owned several large apartment buildings. He was called Big Leo even though he was very short and not exactly thin. His assistant was Little Leo who was at least six feet four inches tall. When I explained the circumstances, Big Leo thought the best thing to do was evict all of the tenants. Right there in his office, he had me type up an eviction notice for each tenant. Then two days later, Big Leo and Little Leo with me in the middle walked into the rooming house and one by one I gave them all notices. Little Leo let them know in no uncertain terms they had to leave immediately. Within twenty-four hours they were all gone. Little Leo helped me change all the locks and I started over. This time I rented to anyone who looked like they would pay their rent. It did work out much better.There were no rooming houses in the Good Gus series. Give the series a try in an e-book. In “Misplaced Trust” there were no rooming houses but homes that were taken over by drug addicts. It is an interesting chapter. Give it a try in an e-book. Visit the site and download an e-book. The books are available in e-book from the sites www.goodgusbooks.com and www.misplacedtrust.com. “Misplaced Trust” has a five-star rating on Amazon. It is about true crime and greed.