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 New York Times, Wall Street Journal and Washington Post.



I played tennis with a 70-something fatso with emphysema who smoked for 40 years.

I lost.  He used junk shots, spin and pace, and didn’t move.  He reminded me of all the old guys I had played when I was a kid — wily old guys I had lost to.  I had entered city tournaments, and old guys beat me with placement and finesse, while I, with too much youthful enthusiasm, walloped balls against the back fence.

At my match with the 70-something guy, he informed me he was going to die of chronic obstructive pulmonary disorder (COPD).

“Well, at least you know what you’re going to die from,” I said.

“Or I might get hit by a bus,” he said.

He didn’t get hit by a bus.  He beat me.

I rescheduled after the match.  I told my wife, “I’m going to beat the fat guy.”   (I called him something worse than “fat guy.”)  My wife called me rude and said, “You don’t have to dehumanize your opponent.”

We played again and I won 6-3, 6-2.  It took me only 50 years to beat a wily old guy.  I had to become a wily old guy to beat a wily old guy.

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1 comment

1 Seth { 04.01.14 at 5:32 pm }

I think if you dehumanize your opponent it makes the victory all the sweeter…just keep it to yourself and your close male friends.

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