So, I decided to become licensed as a real estate agent in Prescott, AZ.
One of the rules in the state of Arizona is that before you can take the test to get your real estate license, you must take 90 hours of instruction IN A CLASSROOM.
Dude. I live on the Internet. Everything is on the Internet.
But, no. I have to drag myself down and physically sit in a classroom while a teacher drones on and on about deeds and titles or something.
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Put That Away
The most important thing that I learned on the first day of real estate class?
There’s a state rule that prohibits me from having my iPhone out on my table during class.
That preceded all of the other rules that must be followed to get a license.
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I felt like I had stumbled upon a secret cult, a private organization with closely held secrets, secrets that only members could know.
Those members had to be specially trained, tested, and initiated before they could become part of the honored inner circle.
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House Sale One
In the Spring of 2011, my Mother In Law passed away at the age of 93.
My wife, having no brothers or sisters, inherited the house and we put it on the market.
The house was a cracker box, built in the 1950s, with almost no charm, but it was on a corner lot in the “Tree Section” of Manhattan Beach, CA, where the low end of the market in just under a million bucks and the high end is 3 to 5 million.
Yeah. People in California are crazy.
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It all started when I worked in the corporate world with a woman who loved antiques, Cindy Lee.
(If you think you know this Cindy Lee, you don’t. This is a different one.)
My wife also loves antiques, so they got to be friends and dragged me to a lot of antique swap meets.
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Last Spring, I looked up our house in Zillow to see how much it was worth and my head exploded.
I was born and raised near Los Angeles, a half mile from the beach.
I say “dude” in normal conversation, wear Hawaiian shirts, and have long hair.
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