Trump Tanks Property Values in the Most Glaringly Obvious Way

There goes the neighborhood

My husband and I drove along a quiet neighborhood street counting the house numbers and scanning yards for an open house sign. Looking to the left, I pointed as I spotted our destination. “Oh, hell no,” he said just as we slowed in front of the house. What was it? I scanned for devastating cracks in the foundation, a flooded yard, or some other immediat…