Why I wrote this
I Quit the Week They Handed Me the Rent Letters.
Folks,
I started in 1987 as the maintenance man at a 212-lot park outside Lakeland. By '92 I was running the place. For 31 years I managed parks for the same family-owned company — four of them by the end.
I wasn't a saint. I enforced rules I didn't always agree with, and I let folks sign leases I knew they hadn't read. I'll own that.
Then in 2021 the family sold all four parks to an out-of-state investment company. I stayed eight months. Then one Monday they set a stack of rent-increase letters on my desk and told me to deliver them.
"Those weren't tenants. Those were people I'd known for 25 years. Widows. Fellas I'd fixed water heaters for. I handed in my keys that week."
Here's what I learned from sitting on the other side of that desk: the park office knows things you don't. Not because it's a secret — because nobody ever sits you down and explains it.
So I wrote it all down. What to ask before you buy. What to look for in the paperwork. What to do when the letter comes. Where to turn in your state. Plain English, big print, no sales pitch.
I'm not a lawyer and I won't pretend to be. But I can tell you where the trapdoors are, because I watched a lot of good people fall through them.
— Vern