My old Grumman aluminum war canoe seats 10 bargain-warriors and one foreclosure attorney, Chief, whose esteemed position let's him sit on the stern of the canoe as he chants the holy forclosure coxain's mantra.
"Heap big wampun, straight to Bear shore....stroke....feather....stroke....feather... .stroke, waterfront real estate always come back....say the great spirit".
"Heap big bargain over there....stroke...stroke...stroke....buy it for free, plus $25,000 excess cash from great friendly father at Washington Mutual up on yonder hilltop."
"Is good to be the Chief, no have to paddle, ugh!"
