Being the Bad Guy, or Maybe Not

December is usually a consultative month for me. Lots of people call to have me come over and take a look at their homes, as they’re thinking about selling in the spring. This December was no different in that respect, I received calls and went on my appointments. However, there was one major difference this year. I spent quite a bit of the time quietly feeling like a jerk. Usually when I went back to

Kota the Triceratops: How Not to Sell Your House in 2009

Meet Kota the Triceratops. He’s BIG! He MOVES! He ROARS! He MUNCHES! Folks, if you’re buying one of these creatures for your kids this holiday season, please think about what you’ll do with it if you’re going to be selling your home in 2009. Just imagine, a prospective buyer and their real estate agent walk into your perfectly staged home. They love the colors you’ve chosen, think the bathroom and kitchen upgrades are lovely. But

Recapping Snowstorm Austin in the West End of Hartford

Friday, December 19, 2008 at 1:00PM Based on the number of people at Stop & Shop on New Park Avenue in Hartford, the world appears to be ending… Friday, December 19, 2008 at 8:00PM Still snowing, hunkering down in the house watching Horton Hears a Who! Friday, December 19, 2008 at 10:00PM Sidewalks shoveled out, still waiting for the plows to come… One disadvantage of not having a garage… Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 7:30AM

Sledding Hills in Greater Hartford

I grew up in Vermont and, as kids, we took our winter storms seriously. I remember getting up at 5:00am on potential snow days, waiting by the radio, pleading with the announcer to please say my school’s name. Because I lived “in the city,” it didn’t happen all that often. We seemed to have snow removal down to a science. But on the rare occassion that the Snow Gods did defeat Rutland’s Public Works Department,

Responding to an Anonymous Comment

The first time anyone comments on my blog, it needs to be approved by me before it’s displayed on the post. This is mostly to keep rogue X-rated comments from showing up that were missed by my Akismet spam catcher. But sometimes real people, who refuse to give real names and contact information, make nasty comments on my blog, hoping they’ll get published. Sometimes I do publish them and respond. Sometimes I just spam them