Tools of the trade

When it comes to tools of the trade as a realtor, my life is pretty simple. I need keys.

It’s a great system, those shiny metal objects that dangle from a key ring. Sometimes the temperamental ones that don’t quite fit the lock must be jiggled. Others are hidden in the plastic doggie-do or stashed high in the air out of reach. Yet through all of that, I understand how they work. The world unfortunately has become hi-tech, and so has the system for holding keys.

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Turn off, tune out and drop in

You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I belong to perhaps the smallest minority group in our country. It has nothing to do with my skin color or religion. I don’t have a freakish medical condition or an abnormal psychological tic. But I am conspicuously different from 99 percent of you.

For the past 11 years, I have lived in a home without a television.

“No television?” you gasp. That’s not only odd, it’s downright bizarre and yes, completely un-American.

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Slugging through

I find my thoughts very circular recently and I’m feeling trapped in them. I wish I had some clever line to describe it further. I tell myself that I’ve got nothing to say except that I work too much. And, if you are an avid reader of this column that comes as no surprise. But that’s really not the whole it.

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