Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Review of right moves houses for sale::What Is a Turnkey Property? - What's Your Question?







Review of right moves houses for sale::What Is a Turnkey Property? - What's Your Question?








As               we               grow               older,               we               tend               to               get               aggravated               by               the               complexities               of               the               world               and               yearn               for               simpler               times.

You               suddenly               recognize               the               complications               caused               by               technology,               overcrowding,               government               bureaucracy,               and               changes               in               moral               values,               thereby               causing               you               to               fondly               think               back               to               less               stressful               times,               particularly               in               childhood.

I               happened               to               mention               this               to               some               of               my               older               friends               recently               who               began               to               reminisce               about               the               simpler               times               they               experienced               growing               up.

Their               descriptions               make               for               an               interesting               tapestry               of               images:               At               home               it               was               not               uncommon               to               have               two               newspapers               delivered               daily,               a               morning               paper               and               another               for               the               evening.

Yes,               back               then               people               would               read               habitually               as               they               wanted               to               know               what               was               going               on               in               the               world               and,               believe               it               or               not,               actually               trusted               the               press.

You               would               also               listen               to               the               radio               routinely               and               use               your               imagination.

When               television               came               along,               there               would               be               just               three               channels               representing               the               major               networks               and               possibly               a               fourth               channel               for               a               local               independent,               which               featured               classic               monster               movies               on               Saturday               nights               hosted               by               such               people               as               the               "Cool               Ghoul."               Somehow               the               programming               seemed               better               as               we               enjoyed               the               golden               age               of               television               which               included               comedies,               dramas               (particularly               Westerns               and               detective               series),               talk               shows,               soap               operas,               and               variety               shows.

Only               the               cream               of               the               crop               made               it               to               the               television               screen,               and,               no,               there               were               no               reality               shows.

Remote               controls               were               a               rarity.

If               you               wanted               to               change               the               channel,               you               had               to               get               out               of               your               chair               to               do               so.

Not               surprising,               you               became               a               devotee               of               a               single               network.

Instead               of               cable,               we               strapped               bizarre               looking               antennas               to               chimneys               and               grounded               them               in               fear               of               lightning               strikes.
               Party               phones               were               common               in               many               households               whereby               two               or               more               parties               shared               a               line,               thereby               saving               costs.

It               wasn't               uncommon               to               pick               up               the               phone               and               hear               your               neighbor               talking               with               someone               else.

If               this               happened,               common               courtesy               dictated               you               hang               up               quietly               as               opposed               to               listening               in.
               Only               the               very               rich               had               remote               controls               to               open               garage               doors.

Most               people               had               to               get               out               of               their               car               to               open               the               door               or               dispatch               their               children               to               do               so.
               If               your               neighbor               needed               help,               you               didn't               think               twice               to               lend               a               helping               hand,               be               it               to               shovel               snow,               cut               their               grass,               run               an               errand               for               them,               lend               your               car,               deliver               a               meal,               or               help               any               way               you               could.

Everyone               instinctively               watched               out               for               each               other               and               you               could               keep               the               front               door               unlocked.
               Kids               kept               busy               by               cutting               grass,               raking,               sweeping,               and               other               chores               around               the               house.

For               entertainment               they               would               play               baseball,               fishing,               swimming               or               outdoor               games               like               tag,               hide               and               seek,               Red               Rover,               Dodge               Ball,               Johnny               on               the               Pony               (aka               Buck               Buck),               etc.

You               also               built               a               lot               of               forts               to               hide               in               and               plot               skullduggery.

In               the               winter               you               would               skate,               sled,               make               snow               forts,               and               a               snowball               fight               was               always               imminent.

You               would               also               collect               and               trade               baseball               cards,               shoot               marbles,               and               play               with               yo-yos,               tops,               Super               Balls,               even               Hula               Hoops.

Only               if               it               rained,               were               you               allowed               to               stay               inside.

If               you               were               really               lucky,               you               went               to               a               double               feature               on               a               Saturday               afternoon.
               Sundays               were               used               to               bring               the               family               together.

After               church               you               would               go               to               either               the               home               of               your               grandparents               or               that               of               an               aunt               or               uncle,               where               you               enjoyed               a               large               dinner.

You               might               also               go               to               a               nearby               park               where               you               could               barbecue.

Such               festivities               would               be               concluded               late               in               the               afternoon               so               people               could               get               home               to               watch               Disney,               Lassie,               Gunsmoke,               Bonanza,               or               Ed               Sullivan.
               As               to               humor,               it               seemed               everyone               knew               how               to               tell               a               joke               and,               no,               they               were               not               always               politically               correct.

Kids               told               knock-knock               jokes               and               puns.

Parents               gravitated               to               burlesque               or               vaudeville               type               of               jokes.

Groucho               Marx               would               make               you               think,               Jack               Benny's               "cheap"               persona               was               always               good               for               a               laugh,               and               "Uncle               Miltie"               and               the               "Great               One"               ruled               the               airwaves               in               the               early               days               of               television.
               The               focal               point               of               the               neighborhood               was               the               corner               store               where               you               would               purchase               items               for               the               household,               be               it               food               or               sundries.

If               they               didn't               have               it,               they               could               order               it               for               you.

They               were               the               precursors               of               today's               convenience               stores,               only               better.

Proprietors               were               well-known               and               respected               in               the               neighborhood.

It               wasn't               uncommon               for               customers               to               stop               in               simply               to               chat               and               gossip               about               what               was               going               on               in               the               community.

Before               air               conditioning,               such               stores               had               ceiling               fans               to               circulate               the               air,               wooden               floors,               and               the               front               door               was               screened               with               a               retracting               spring               to               keep               it               closed.

When               it               swung               shut,               it               made               a               distinctive               snapping               sound.

Old               cash               registers               were               behind               the               counter,               built               of               brass               and               had               brilliant               designs               etched               into               them.

When               a               sale               was               made,               a               small               bell               would               ring               and               the               cash               drawer               would               pop               open.

Items               purchased               at               the               corner               store               were               often               done               so               "on               credit."               The               proprietor               would               keep               tab               of               everything               and               at               the               end               of               the               month               you               were               expected               to               "settle               up."               The               store               smelled               heavenly               of               fresh               ground               coffee,               bread,               and               there               was               a               pickle               barrel               with               a               delicious               brine.
               For               kids,               stores               offered               "penny               candy"               which               was               an               array               of               sweets               consisting               of               such               delicacies               as               rock               candy,               paper               strips               with               dots,               root               beer               barrels,               fireballs,               licorice,               gum               drops,               pixie               sticks,               etc.

For               a               mere               dime               you               would               have               more               than               enough               sweets               to               satisfy               you.

Soft               drink               machines               came               as               horizontal               chests,               not               "uprights,"               where               you               would               slide               a               glass               bottle               by               its               neck               across               an               inside               track               and               into               the               dispenser               where               you               deposited               your               coins.

I               never               saw               a               fat               kid,               probably               because               we               either               ran               everywhere               or               rode               bicycles,               which               represented               freedom.

We               would               drive               our               bikes               for               miles,               either               to               school,               the               store,               a               fishing               spot,               a               camp               site,               a               baseball               field,               or               wherever.

As               kids,               we               would               camp               out,               cook               over               a               camp               fire,               and               cleaned               up               afterwards.

We               also               carried               swimming               suits               with               us               in               case               we               found               an               inviting               pond               or               stream               to               jump               into.

A               rope               swing               into               the               water               was               heavenly.

Occasionally               we               would               experience               an               accident,               but               you               learned               to               take               your               medicine.

Crying               was               natural,               but               if               you               did               so               too               long,               you               were               a               "spazz."
               Many               items               were               delivered               to               your               home.

The               milk               man               would               deliver               glass               bottles               to               galvanized               metal               boxes               by               the               kitchen               door.

If               they               sat               there               for               awhile,               you               could               watch               the               cream               rise               to               the               top.

Bread               was               delivered,               as               were               eggs,               butter               and               cheese.

The               ice               man               would               deliver               large               chunks               to               keep               your               "ice               box"               cold               (not               refrigerator).

Coal               was               delivered               through               chutes               going               into               the               furnace               room               of               your               basement.

It               was               normally               the               responsibility               of               the               children               to               keep               the               furnace               stoked               during               winter               time.

A               popcorn               man               would               make               the               rounds,               selling               bags               for               pennies.

Ice               cream               was               sold               likewise.

The               fish               man               would               also               visit               regularly,               usually               announcing               his               presence               with               a               cowbell               or               some               other               audio               attraction.

There               was               also               a               person               to               sharpen               knives               and               cutlery.

The               Fuller               Brush               man               visited               your               home               with               a               wide               variety               of               brushes               for               sale,               and               Avon               called               frequently.

Peddlers               also               went               door-to-door               selling               medicines,               salves,               spices,               concentrated               flavors               for               cooking,               and               just               about               anything               else.

In               other               words,               the               vendors               came               to               the               customer,               just               the               antithesis               of               today.

And               before               trucks,               there               were               pushcarts               and               horse               drawn               wagons.
               Libraries               played               an               important               role               in               society               where               reading               was               stressed.

They               too               traveled               to               the               public               in               mobile               libraries.

Children               were               encouraged               by               parents               to               read.

Before               bedtime               parents               would               read               classics               to               their               offspring               like               "Peter               Pan,"               "Alice               in               Wonderland,"               "Moby               Dick,"               and               the               Dr.

Seuss               classics.

Kids               have               a               natural               attraction               to               story               telling,               and               it               was               a               great               way               to               wind               up               the               day.
               To               get               to               school,               you               either               walked,               rode               a               bike,               took               a               bus,               or               went               in               a               carpool.

Walking               offered               you               freedom               to               take               your               time,               talk               to               your               friend,               and               investigate               every               shortcut.

Yes,               it               seemed               like               we               walked               for               miles,               but               it               wasn't               really               that               bad.

If               you               took               the               bus,               you               could               make               last               minute               adjustments               to               your               homework               or               prep               for               a               test.

Taking               your               bike               was               the               most               fun               as               you               were               proud               to               show               off               your               bike               and,               No,               you               didn't               have               to               lock               your               bike               with               a               chain.

In               Connecticut,               we               participated               in               a               carpool               where               the               mothers               took               turns               driving               the               kids               to               school               and               pick               them               up               afterwards.
               Most               kids               took               a               brown               bag               to               school               for               lunch               which               included               sandwiches               wrapped               in               wax               paper,               and               some               fruit.

Lunch               boxes               were               a               luxury.

During               my               time,               you               longed               for               a               lunch               box               featuring               Davy               Crockett,               the               Lone               Ranger,               or               Superman.

Inside               would               be               a               thermos               filled               with               either               hot               soup               or               a               cold               drink.

You               paid               pennies               for               milk.

Cafeteria               lunches               were               also               available,               which               were               both               delicious               and               inexpensive               (as               cheap               as               a               dime).

Personally,               I               loved               the               meatloaf               the               Polish               women               made               at               my               Chicago               Junior               High               School.
               Kids               would               go               to               school               equipped               with               a               pencil               box               which               included               fresh               pencils,               erasers,               a               ruler               and               a               sharpener.

Before               ball               point               pens               there               were               fountain               pens.

At               your               desk               was               a               bottle               where               you               would               draw               the               ink               into               the               pen.

This               was               later               replaced               by               pens               with               ink               cartridges.

No               matter               what               you               did               though,               you               would               somehow               find               a               way               to               get               ink               on               your               shirt               pocket.

And               just               about               everyone               had               a               box               of               Crayola               crayons.
               You               would               go               to               school               well               dressed               and               properly               groomed.

Boys               wore               collared               shirts,               slacks               and               street               shoes               were               the               norm.

T-shirts,               blue               jeans,               shorts,               and               sneakers               were               verboten.

Girls               wore               dresses               or               skirts               with               blouses.

You               were               sent               home               if               the               dress               was               too               short               or               looked               inappropriate.

Likewise,               hair               had               to               be               cut               to               specific               lengths               (off               the               collar),               and               facial               hair               was               not               allowed.
               The               school               day               would               begin               with               the               pledge               of               allegiance               to               the               flag               and               a               patriotic               song.

Some               schools               also               followed               this               with               a               nondenominational               prayer.

To               be               selected               to               the               school's               Safety               Patrol               was               considered               an               honor,               as               well               as               to               raise               the               flag               in               the               morning               and               strike               the               colors               at               the               end               of               the               day.
               Classes               included               reading,               writing,               and               arithmetic,               with               a               lot               of               penmanship               thrown               in               for               good               measure.

You               had               to               memorize               the               preambles               of               the               Declaration               of               Independence               and               the               Constitution,               if               not               more.

Both               American               and               World               history               were               stressed,               as               well               as               civics.

We               also               took               speech               classes,               Earth               Science,               and               learned               the               various               branches               of               mathematics,               not               to               mention               typing.
               In               High               School               you               were               offered               the               opportunity               to               learn               new               skills               in               Wood               Shop,               Metal               Shop               or               Mechanical               Drawing.

In               such               shops               you               built               a               variety               of               things,               particularly               a               wide               array               of               book               shelves               and               bird               houses.

In               the               drawing               class,               you               learned               to               master               t-squares,               compasses,               and               my               personal               favorite,               the               French               curve.
               Everyone               knew               not               to               fight               in               school               as               you               could               expect               corporal               punishment               with               a               paddle.

Instead,               if               somebody               had               a               beef               with               another,               you               arranged               to               meet               off               campus               and               duke               it               out.

At               the               end               of               the               fight,               when               both               boys               were               exhausted,               they               shook               hands               and               consoled               each               other.

Whatever               they               had               been               fighting               over               had               been               forgotten.
               Teachers               and               parents               were               allowed               to               bring               home-baked               goods               to               school,               such               as               donuts,               pies,               and               cakes.

Nothing               was               brought               in               from               the               store.

During               Halloween               you               would               receive               regular               sized               candy               bars,               popcorn               balls,               and               candied               apples.

There               was               no               such               thing               as               "fun               size."               I               still               remember               Mrs.

Derdarian's               fabulous               caramel               apples               on               a               stick.
               Time               seemed               to               crawl               along               at               a               snail's               pace.

You               couldn't               wait               for               the               bell               to               ring               to               go               back               outside.

Today               it               seems               time               moves               at               a               much               faster               pace               and               we               are               required               to               multitask               everything.

I               wonder               if               we               have               forgotten               to               relax.
               There               was               a               genuine               respect               for               the               law.

When               a               police               officer               asked               you               to               move               along,               you               did               so               as               you               trusted               his               judgment.

There               was               no               thought               of               talking               back               to               him.

He               was               your               friend               and               you               knew               him               by               name,               as               he               knew               yours               as               well               as               your               parents.

He               knew               who               the               good               kids               were,               as               well               as               the               trouble               makers.
               In               business,               you               were               expected               to               work               hard               regardless               of               your               job,               and               put               forth               your               best               effort               to               produce               quality               work               products,               and               take               on               a               professional               attitude.

Instead               of               working               at               odds               with               your               co-workers               and               boss,               you               tried               to               get               along               and               work               together.

As               in               school,               you               dressed               neatly               and               bathed               regularly.

You               were               charged               to               use               your               head               and               find               a               way               to               get               the               job               done.

And               the               customer               was               always               right.
               This               is               not               so               much               about               nostalgia               as               it               is               about               how               society               seems               to               have               made               life               more               complicated               than               it               needs               to               be.

The               world               depicted               herein               is               how               many               of               us               like               to               remember               yesteryear.

As               a               kid,               you               learned               to               innovate,               adapt,               and               be               resourceful.

You               also               learned               life               was               full               of               consequences,               for               every               action               there               was               a               reaction.

The               emphasis               back               then               was               to               work               and               play               outdoors,               be               it               summer               or               winter,               but               the               kids               today               stay               indoors               hooked               to               their               technology               and               now               possess               a               sense               of               entitlement.

They               cannot               possibly               relate               to               the               world               of               yesteryear               where               you               were               adventurous               and               took               responsibility               for               your               actions.

Government               at               all               levels               has               evolved               into               an               incredible               bureaucracy               with               a               mind-boggling               number               of               laws,               rules               and               regulations               aimed               at               stifling               business               and               frustrating               ambition.

And               our               morality               has               shifted               to               the               point               where               a               person's               word               is               no               longer               their               bond               and               we               are               suspicious               of               the               motives               of               others.
               So               were               things               really               simpler               in               the               good               old               days?

Our               predecessors               probably               asked               the               same               question               years               ago.

With               every               new               technology               comes               another               level               of               complexity               which               youth               can               more               readily               adapt               to               than               their               elders.

Although               technology               may               simplify               some               things,               it               complicates               others.

While               today's               computers               and               smart               phones               have               enhanced               communications               and               expedited               administrative               tasks,               people               have               developed               an               addiction               which               seems               to               have               altered               their               personalities,               interpersonal               relationships               and               priorities.

There               is               even               a               lack               of               concern               regarding               current               events,               and               our               youth               has               no               interest               in               news.
               As               we               grow               older               the               differences               between               then               and               now               becomes               more               apparent,               but               it               is               too               late               to               change               it               back,               you               must               go               forward.

I               have               also               learned               you               do               not               truly               appreciate               the               simplicity               of               the               past               until               you've               survived               into               the               future.

If               you               have               no               knowledge               of               the               past,               you               have               nothing               to               compare               the               present               to               and               no               appreciation               of               simpler               times.

To               today's               youth,               these               are               the               good               old               days.

Anything               before               is               lost               on               them.

They               may               be               proficient               in               social               media               and               computer               games,               but               they               will               never               appreciate               the               sheer               joy               of               capturing               a               firefly,               whittling,               building               a               campfire,               reading               a               book,               or               running               a               "pickle."               It's               the               little               things               that               make               life               enjoyable,               not               its               complexities.

The               older               generation               may               not               be               as               proficient               in               the               use               of               technology,               but               they               didn't               suffer               from               all               of               today's               anxieties,               allergies,               obsessions               and               disorders               either.

Back               then,               there               was               no               such               thing               as               OCD,               PTSD,               BDD,               bulimia,               Prozac               or               Cialis.

Instead,               we               had               such               things               as               Scouting,               4H,               dime               stores,               Tarzan,               J.C.

Higgins,               Louisville               Sluggers,               the               YMCA,               and               God.









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