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 Wall Street Journal, New York Times and Washington Post.


 
 

PISS COUNTING

 
I’ve never told anyone this before. It would seem kind of funny to most people, I guess. The fact is I count while I’m pissing and then I write down how long I’ve taken and what time it is. Do you realize we spend more than one whole day a year pissing?

Hah, the above paragraph is not me! It’s O’Toole, a character in Graham Greene’s novel Travels with my Aunt.

Quality Lit.

I appreciate O’Toole for his record keeping. My dad, too, kept good records, particularly on his health — his white-blood cell count. He had a rare blood disease (polycythemia vera). I imagine a lot of people keeps records on their health, like how much they weigh, or cholesterol, or whatever. They should.

I casually counted my piss times when I was young. Things were slow back then. Or fast. Now I’m more likely to count pees-per-night.

I bought a roll of 1961-D uncirculated pennies when they came out. I was anxious for the coins to increase in value. I thought they would, but they never did.

I had records. I kept the books.

I have an acquaintance — a novelist in Florida — who writes down most everything he does and occasionally publishes the results. He ran for president, as a write-in, a couple times just for the data.

I can tell you who lived in apartment 4 at 1409 Marlowe Avenue, Lakewood, Ohio, in 1965. Audrey Schubert. I just looked that up. That’s “source data,” to quote the late Richard Shatten, a Harvard-trained Cleveland urban planner. He couldn’t believe I had records on that sort of thing.

Some boys start out with baseball-card stats and go from there. (Do boys still collect baseball cards?) I sold my cards in 2007. Got $4,000. I regret the sale. I miss Tito Francona, for one thing. (I saved a few cards: Roger Maris, Rocco Colavito, Larry Doby, Pee Wee Reese, Ray Narleski.)

In Greene’s novel, O’Toole worked for the CIA and was traveling up the Paraguay River. He said, “Of course shipboard life isn’t quite average. There’s more drinking between meals, and beer keeps on repeating . . . I report the facts and any data – like the gins and the weather – that seem to have a bearing. It’s for others to draw the conclusions.”

Draw your conclusions. My conclusion is O’Toole was cool.

2 comments

1 Mark Schilling { 09.09.26 at 9:32 am }

Tito Francona was a New Brighton PA guy who officiated at high school basketball games when I was living in nearby Ellwood City. That kind of blew my mind since I’d also known him when he was with the Tribe. From big leaguer to HS referee in a striped shirt. I still have my 1959 Indians program with Tito, Vic Power, Rocky Colavito and my other then heroes. But no records. And no baseball cards. (I collected football cards for some reason.)

2 Ken Goldberg { 09.09.26 at 9:34 am }

What a thrilling, exhilarating tale, Bert! I would suggest it be translated into multiple languages, so people around the world could gain much-need inspiration. In this war-torn world we ALL could really use this boost today!

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