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 used to go to Haber the Dermatologist. He didn’t like small talk. He carried a mole-zapping heat gun. He sizzled me a couple times and collected his check. Then I switched docs because Haber wasn’t taking my insurance anymore.

I wound up with a doctor who was very, very cautious. She saw a cyst on my head, which she wanted to get rid of — my cyst, not my head. She scheduled me for a seven-stitch deep dig. Not a quicky zap job. This was a “procedure,” in hospital jargon, but “surgery” to me.

The surgeon  — a specialist — didn’t look too seasoned. I said, “How old are you?” She answered, “Old enough to be your doctor.” I liked that. She offered a discount package: three stitches, and she’d go back in for more only if warranted down the road. A deal.

It was a benign cyst. I didn’t need any more work.

How’s that for an upbeat medical story?

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1 Lea Hapner Grossman { 04.22.20 at 9:06 am }

Bert, so happy you’re ok !!! Especially at this time:-) HOW are you all doing??

2 Ken Goldberg { 04.22.20 at 11:06 am }

I almost stopped going to a podiatrist when, probably still in my ’50s, he suggested I wear orthotics and probably the rest of my life. I said no and he didn’t bring it up again. I also was quite annoyed when I went to a new dentist many years ago and he immediately, and nonchalantly, brought up that a bunch of teeth should go when my previous dentist had never brought it up. I stayed with the office but they gave me someone else (whom it turned out wasn’t so hot either). Eventually I left the office suddenly when I had a pain and they told me they no longer deal with my insurance but they had never let me know.

3 don friedman { 04.22.20 at 11:24 am }

I had to quit my dermatologist. He made too many rash decisions.

4 Mark Schilling { 04.23.20 at 9:43 am }

I went through agonies with acne until I hit my 20s. The soaps, the creams and the dietary restrictions were mere holding actions against the ever-advancing zit army. I didn’t touch chocolate or Coke for years and for what? Now they have what to me would have been miracle cures. Too late…

5 Dave Rowe { 04.27.20 at 4:21 pm }

You ended up lucky being under the gun..

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