Hope Resurrected - Strom, Paul J
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A spiritual approach to the subjects of the homeless and veterans. It is a manual for all interested in the above topics and affordable solutions. The mini-homes make great investments given minimal rents from the homeless and veteran tenants. Most have incomes from multiple sources. Also, find ideas for an entrepreneurial profit from the housing options.

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A spiritual approach to the subjects of the homeless and veterans. It is a manual for all interested in the above topics and affordable solutions. The mini-homes make great investments given minimal rents from the homeless and veteran tenants. Most have incomes from multiple sources. Also, find ideas for an entrepreneurial profit from the housing options.
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Jerry Strom, a.k.a. Paul J Strom, was born in Omaha, Nebraska, to Polly and Paul B, a WWII vet Grandfather Charlie was a barber in Lincoln and walked a mile to work, a mile home for lunch and a mile home for dinner. Four miles a day, rain or snow, and it snows in Nebraska. He died at 96, was healthy and knew the Lord and where to spend eternity. My dad's father, Nels, was a banker and owned the hotel in Madison, Nebraska, known only as the suburb of Norfolk, which was the birthplace of Johnny Carson, the county seat, and sported a horse-racing track and rodeos. The hotel served Grape Nuts, and I ate them every morning, and still do to this dayl. Another memorable family member was my cousin Bob, who went to NYU and was a beatnik. Once he showed up at our doorstep in Glenview, IL, in a beaver coat in July. He went back to Madison and 1800 acres of farmland. Five years later he was presented the Young Farmer of the Year award. I still think of his dad Les smoking a pipe, and I know what he would think of our current affairs, which give a bad name to affairs.My dad went into the insurance business with Aetna after WWII, so we moved from Hartford to Pittsburgh and then Chicago, where I went to Wheaton Academy. While in Pittsburgh I attended the YMCA camp at Ligonier, PA. At age 11 I dove into a pool and hit my head on the bottom hard enough to penetrate both ear drums. I came out unscathed, unlike Joni (pronounced Johnnie) Eareckson Tada, who dove into a lake, hit bottom, and severed her vertebrae. She has become, while wheelchair-bound, a great author, painter (with her teeth) and speaker for Christian events, including Billy Graham Crusades. I've often wondered who got God's best deal? Maybe it was her.Sandy and I met while I was in college and she finished high school at Glenbrook, in Glenview, north of Chicago. You could say it was an arranged marriage in that our parents knew each other. We met at Roosevelt Pool, where we both worked but dated other people. The following year Sandy was at Bowling Green University and Mike Carlucci brought her to Beloit for the fraternity formals. I saw her and we spent the time outside of Saturday evening together, and Mike took her back to Glenview on Sunday. Mike did the heavy lifting. Mike started the original gay bar on the East Side of the Loop and was very successful. Mike got the money, I got the girl. We heard Mike wore out several years later and dropped from sight. No evidence in Beenverified, a search app, of anything after 1993. No obit or death notice. Just gone.After my graduation, I commuted back and forth to BGSU while working in Chicago, and we were married in November of Sandy's junior year. We stayed on weekends at the Lighthouse Motel in Maumee, Ohio. Recently, I found some cancelled checks, $7.28 for one night and $14.56 for two. The president of BGSU was kind enough to let her tranfer to Northwestern in Evanston to finish her senior year.Jason followed, then the draft for Vietnam and then PJ.We moved to Sarasota years ago and lived on Siesta Key, where we built and sold a Midnight Cove II condominium project. We lived in five homes on Siesta. The boys wanted to move to Colorado where we could ski, but Sandy's parents and sisters lived on Florida's east coast so Sandy promised the guys a boat and we ended up with Midnight Cove II with a boat dock and an 18' Renken, a repo from the Southeast Bank, so she paid $800 or $1800. It probably had 10,000 hours on it when Jason traded it. It had sunk twice in two storms. Jason threw a sump pump in, raised it, took off the cowling, sprayed WD 40 thoroughly and fired her up both times.We are happy to still have many local friends from Siesta sales. We are active in two churches, the Y and dinners out with friends. Sandy is in exercise classes. I play pickleball three times a week and swim on off days.