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 REMEMBER

I remember Fail-Safe by Eugene Burdick and Harvey Wheeler. Who wrote the Fail part?

I remember Ted Williams could read the label on the ball.

When I was 10, I sent away to the Air Force Academy for a catalog and got one, along with an application.

I remember Larry and Norm Sherry of the Dodgers.

I remember Summit, the board game.

I remember Burger Chef.

I remember crepe dreidels hanging in the dining room.

I remember the Boy Scouts’ Life badge.

I remember my dad “hitting them out” to me in the park.

I remember playing “Exodus” on clarinet at the sixth-grade assembly. I also remember “Margie.”

I remember 1950-D nickels.

I remember “Hands Off Cuba” graffiti by the Rapid.

I remember slow-dancing to “Moon River” with a Christian Scientist.

I remember the Roxy.

I remember the JCC pop machine, and how it was frequently broken. The milk machine always worked. I drank a lot of chocolate milk. Maybe the useless pop machine was a parents’ conspiracy.

I remember Walter Lippmann in Newsweek.

I remember T.A. Davis tennis rackets.

I remember Rich Greenberg played Bobby McKinley — Chuck’s younger brother — in a national 16-and-unders tennis tournament. Rich lost, but still, he played a McKinley.

I remember Harvey Greenberg got a 799 Math and 785 Verbal. (And this was before re-centering.)

I remember Chap’s GTO.

I remember Bruno Bornino’s “Big Beat” music column in the Cleveland Press. He also wrote “Pit Stop” about cars.

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5 comments

1 DAVID G KORN { 10.30.19 at 9:39 am }

Yes! I remember the TAD racquet! The wooden one we used then had so much character, or so I thought anyway. I used a Bancroft Executive. I am sure it upped my game.

2 Kenneth Goldberg { 10.30.19 at 10:14 am }

I played “Exodus” on the piano for my lessons in 8th grade, and recall the candy machine at Rochester’s old JCC (called “JY”) that had Necco Skybars, Snickers, and Milky Ways (one kind each) among other options. Sure, I could see you with a career in the Air Force, especially in the late ’60s (tee hee)….

3 marc adler { 10.30.19 at 2:24 pm }

I was a Boy Scout and reached the rank of Life Scout.

4 William J Jones { 10.30.19 at 3:32 pm }

Keep this up and you’ll never go senile on us.

5 Mark Schilling { 10.31.19 at 3:36 am }

When I was about 10 I wrote to the Pakistan Embassy in Washington asking for info about the country. They sent me a sheet of words and phrases in the Urdu language. I may still have it around somewhere. And I have yet to go to Pakistan.

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