My friend’s boomer dad sold the lake house last year. The one they grew up in every summer. The one my friend has a tattoo inspired by. The one with the dock they built together with their grandfather’s tools that are now also gone. Sold it without telling anyone. My friend found out when a stranger posted a photo of it on Instagram with a renovation reveal. New owners painted it white. Took the dock out. Put up a privacy fence. His dad said he needed the liquidity. Made $340,000 on a property he paid $48,000 for in 1991. Didn’t offer my friend a dollar of it. Said the market was right and it made financial sense. My friend is 34. Still renting. Watched $340,000 in potential generational wealth get converted into his dad’s retirement fund. The lake house wasn’t just a house. It was the closest thing they had to something being passed down. Now it’s just someone’s content