LET BERT DO IT
My mother, 82, owns 25 rental units in Cleveland Heights. She wants me to collect rents. I’m reluctant. She hides apartment keys for me everywhere and says, “Now this key is to that room, which is next to this door. Turn right, and reach your hand around the corner and it’s on this ledge.” I write it all down. My sister lives in Florida. It’s all on me.
The other day I bumped into Bert Stratton, the klezmer guy. How long has his band been around? They should hang up the Havdalah candle. Bert asks me the same thing every time: “What are you going to do when your mother dies?”
I tell him I’ll sell the stupid houses the minute she dies. He says real estate is solid parnassah, which means livelihood in Yiddish. Bert likes to sling Yiddish. Sling this, Bert: Va fangool! Bert, you manage the houses after my mom dies.
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This is indeed one of the weirder ones, Bert….
Thanks!
I know if I just think hard enough I’ll get this
– – I simply will not stop until I do
wise words as usual from the Master.
I just heard your son’s song “Back Pocket” in an Apple ad!
Wow, that is exciting, and I hope it will pay a few bills for some time to come. Ask them if they have any windows that need restoring. I need the work.
Mazel Tov.!
My advice is turn the keys over to Ted.
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