Recently I was in rural South Carolina to meet a man about some land. It was pouring rain, and I was pretty sure the meeting was going to be a bust. This guy had called me out of the blue wanting to talk about a piece of property he had. It was a nice recreational tract in the path of progress – about 300 acres on the Catawba River and full of deer, turkeys, and foxes. The owner and I had had multiple talks in 2008 about this property, which his family had owned since the Civil War. At that time, I was assembling 3,000 acres for Newland Communities, and his property would have made a logical acquisition for Newland. Best I could tell, he rarely ventured beyond ...