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.



This month started out with incredible weather. On Saturday (Feb. 1) I decided to bike out to shul — the eastern branch of my shul, about four miles away. I mean, it was about 49 degrees and sunny. Also, I was attracted by the “light lunch” come-on in the temple bulletin. Then, just as I was about to get on my bike, a friend texted me and asked if I wanted to go to the Chabad shteibel in Cleveland Heights for cholent. That was tempting, but not enough exercise. Too close. So I scheduled the cholent shabbes for later this month.

At my shul, the sermon was about how you can’t pick your family, like you do your friends, so it’s a good idea to hang with family to get different perspectives. Next, the rabbi announced the light lunch. He said — and this is tragic — “fish sticks and french fries.” I biked to Pepper Pike for this? I was expecting humus, tuna fish, egg salad. Fish sticks? What? Who?

Give it up, Bert.

My point here, I biked on Feb. 1. That was the first time I’ve biked in Cleveland in February. There was a trace of snow on the bike path — an inch or so in places  — so I took my time. I didn’t want to skid out and bruise another rib. The following day, Sunday Feb. 2, was even warmer, and less snow on the ground. So I biked out to shul again, except not to pray, just to bike. I didn’t go in the shul.

Monday was even better weather. One of my kids was in Hawaii that day, and that kid had nothing on me. Finally, yesterday stunk weather-wise. Irwin Weinberger and I played “You Are My Sunshine” at a nursing-home gig, but no sun came out. And today is nothing to write home about. But those first three days of February were unforgettable.

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1 Mark Schilling { 02.05.20 at 9:08 am }

One advantage of living in Tokyo is the year-round cycling, if you don’t mind bundling up like the Michelin Man and fighting blustery headwinds from December to March. But this January I went out riding more often than any winter month ever: Sunny skies, little to no wind and temps almost spring-like. Thanks global warming!

2 Kenneth Goldberg { 02.05.20 at 10:51 am }

Seeing this I get the impression you didn’t go to Park East “to pray” on the 1st either. Well, “whatever floats your boat….”

3 Brian Kent { 02.05.20 at 2:50 pm }

I’ve been riding the roads and trails here in CT all “winter”. So far it hasn’t been much of a season. We are the lucky beneficiaries of climate change. Those that come later, maybe not so much.

4 marc adler { 02.05.20 at 3:03 pm }

My friends the Minkins moved to the Orthodox section of Cleveland from Providence to be near their daughter. They tell me there are lots of shuls in walking distance to them. If you bike over there you can go from shul to shul, kiddush to kiddish and get your choice of food!

5 Ken Goldberg { 02.06.20 at 1:28 pm }

If you have the chutzpah to bike to an Orthodox synagogue on the Sabbath.

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