First, Henry Winkler didn't come. Wow, off on the wrong foot! Second, we live in a gated, guarded community. The appraiser was stopped at the gate and refused entrance. That's a huge positive. I don't want some uninvited Bozo digging around my stuff. Look, I'm a big time rancher. Here in retirement, we only have 2 cats left, Mike and Dr. Watson. Unlikely well start another herd. All the clomping,etc. I guess he just appraised the guard shack. Probably worth more than my shack. Hah! Take that Henry-Fonzy-Winkler.