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’m out of the pre-med game. I lost my University of  Michigan Zoo-Bot 106 frog-dissection scissors. I used the scissors for the past five decades to cut my fingernails. I took the scissors to an athletic club and lost them. The scissors said “Made in Italy” on them, in case you find them.

I bought some German scissors on Amazon the other day. Not as good. (By the way, my professor at Michigan, poet Donald Hall, said scissors is the longest word in the English language.)

There were about 30 pre-meds on my dorm floor,  and I think one or two made it to doctorhood. I took inorganic and math my freshman year, and organic and physics my sophomore year. Organic did me in.

Those dissection scissors were my main connection to the U. of Michigan. For some people, it’s football. For me, it was the scissors. Now I’m a free man.

Go Bucks.

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1 Kenneth Goldberg { 02.10.21 at 10:27 am }

I’d like to think you have at least a yearbook and a diploma. Perhaps even a mortar board….

2 John Hilton { 02.10.21 at 11:42 am }

The would-be doc in my freshman triple didn’t make it, either, but I think he was happier that way – it was his father’s idea, not his. But the premeds sure were obnoxious about chasing grades in my intro to biology class. I took added pleasure in getting an A, just knowing I’d deprived one of them.

3 Ken Goldberg { 02.10.21 at 7:33 pm }

I’d assume the scissors were stolen and you’ll never see them again. Almost everyone would want to possess a scissors used for frog dissecting on their fingernails….

4 Mark Schilling { 02.12.21 at 1:27 am }

I assumed that anything I struggled with in high school would kill me at the U of M, so I avoided hard-science courses. I ended up filling my science requirement with a geology course that was called Rocks for Jocks. I believe I escaped with a B.

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