Between two Balls.

The widespread loathing of most people towards the property tax and the concern and debate over the question of valuation of property for the purpose of calculating that tax has brought to mind an almost forgotten tale my uncles used relate about the unfortunate occupants of a house,which because of its location was in  effect valueless.
There was nothing structurally wrong with the house at all.It was just as sound as the neighbouring houses.Its ills lay in the old adage of "location,location,location."
It was the middle house of three houses on the same side  of the road and adjacent to each other.There were no other houses for a half mile either before you passed the first house nor for the same distance after it.after the last one.
In this part of the country the male unmentionable is known as a" b..in."The family in the first house you met were called Ball as were the family in the last house you met.The family in the middle house were Mc Cormacks.The father of the house was known as "the  B..in mc Cormack "and the entire family as "The Bu..in Mac Cormacks".
They sold out and the appellation stuck to the new occupants ,who were Dowds.And so it went.
This house is hard to sell.Probably impossible.
No offence meant to the Balls ,decent people all.