Irma Rivera strikes again. This time we didn't find gold out in the Wild West, for me it glittered a bit more strangely in the sun, I had to tilt it here and there to identify to great Diamond in the rough. I asked Mrs. Riviera for a ranch with Horse and Bunnies, and I got just that. I have a view of the San Gabriel Mountains, Snow capped and majestic in the Winter, and just as cute with a glass of lemonade. The market is a complicated place, we looked at a couple homes, but it is her uncanny listening skills that got me saddled up and sunset, and cock a doodling in the morning. I live on a farm, always a dream of mine, and the tenacity and accommodating nature of this agent, made it a reality.
