We Never Close
Just think of me as your real estate concierge.
Re-la-tor not Real-tor
I am surprised but forgiving (as I suppress a desire to either laugh or be offended) when anybody suggests I’m only in it for the money.
A Realtor’s Less Obvious Joys
The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
It’s Raining
“When rain pounds down for seven solid weeks, water is going to find new places to go.”
Outdoors San Francisco for the Non-Outdoorsy
“Climb carefully into rented boat. Adapt a reclining pose evocative of numerous Impressionist paintings.”
If You’re New to the Richmond: Part I
Life in the Richmond District is good. Here’s what you can do to get started.
Katie Scarlett, Better Call Off the Stager
Meanwhile, the market for a $2 million condo is slipping away as seller deliberates over whether Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance should be given to a grandson, sold at Green Apple Books or donated.