Real Music & Real Estate . . .

Yiddishe Cup’s bandleader, Bert Stratton, is Klezmer Guy.
 

He knows about the band biz and – check this out – the real estate biz, too.
 

You may not care about the real estate biz. Hey, you may not care about the band biz. (See you.)
 

This is a blog with a gamy twist. It features tenants with snakes and skunks, and musicians with smoked fish in their pockets.
 

Stratton has written op-eds for the Wall Street Journal, New York Times and Washington Post.


 
 

YOU WEREN’T THERE, KID

by Bert Stratton


Wedding clients never forget you. You’re in their video.

When I run into an old wedding client, he says, “Abigail and Isaac, this is Mr. Stratton.  He played Mommy and Daddy’s wedding.”

I say to the kids, “You weren’t there.”   (I’m not good with kid chat.)

Some of these weddings were 15-20 years ago.

In real estate, that kind of long-term psychic pay-off  is minimal.  Last decade I got a letter from a recovering alcoholic who said I saved her life when I kicked her out of her apartment for being drunk and not paying her rent.

I’ve rented to a lot of drunks.  The “not paying her rent” part had been the problem.

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1 comment

1 Harvey { 06.10.09 at 3:25 pm }

Believe me, the small talk isn’t any easier when they were there. When my teenage son and I are out and about we occasionally run into his mohel, which never fails to fill me with some non-specific deep feeling. “Son,” I say, “this was your mohel.” (This just comes out of my mouth involuntarily, every time). They both look uncomfortable, son mutters, “oh,” mohel mutters, “aha.” Later son always asks me, “What do you want me to say to him?” Good question, no?

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