See CR

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During “Born on the Bayou,” I got religion. Ten years ago, I had gone with friends to see a John Mellencamp show. The opening act was John Fogerty, who, ages earlier, was the soul of Creedence Clearwater Revival, but legends fade.  I wasn’t expecting much.

Taking the stage, Fogerty, fronting a thoroughbred band, stampeded through the Creedence catalogue. Recall your favorite CCR songs, add a bunch you forgot, and imagine them performed better than ever. My friends and I, awed, spent Mellencamp’s set marveling at the power of the Creedence canon.

The other day, I went to see Fogerty headline. The man is 70. At 52, I was younger than most present (a few Millenials were brought by their parents)...

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The Suspects

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They were casing the place.

I was holding an open house when through the front window I noticed some little boys eyeing the brightly colored helium balloons tied to my Realtor sign. When they saw me, they scrammed.

A while later, I again looked out the window: no balloons.

My evidence is circumstantial, but the for the record, I will never understand little boys who won’t steal a Realtor’s balloons.

 

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Drama Coach

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Ponder your tragic flaw; knowing it may save your life.

For Oedipus, it was hubris, for Macbeth, ambition. My tragic flaw is that I never get parking tickets.

Sure, years ago I parked ten minutes in a space limited to fifteen, and returned to find a $60 ticket saying my car had been there forty‐five minutes (in fact I had parked twice in the space with a half-hour interlude). I argued my case with the authorities, failed, paid the ticket, and today I cherish no scalding resentment.

Recently, I ran an errand in a neighborhood where parking was at a premium. I found a space several blocks from my destination, and thinking I would need thirty minutes, I put coins in the meter for an hour. But the task took over an hour, so I rushed to my car to avoid the horror of a parking ticket...

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Saving Thousands Beneath the Blue Suburban Skies

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Jason and Jennifer, a young couple who had been renting, were now ready to purchase their first home. Their budget was under $410,000, and their agent showed them a house at 2 Penny Lane that they really liked, with an asking price of $400,000. Now Jason and Jennifer were tough negotiators, and knew that many houses sell for less than asking price, so they offered $395,000—willing to come up to $397,000—so they could save thousands.

Another young couple who were renting, Sam and Cara, had the same budget, and their agent showed them a house they really liked. They offered $400,000 for the house at… 2 Penny Lane.

The terms of the two couples’ offers were the same—both qualified for conventional loans with 10% down—except Sam and Cara had offered $5000 more, so the seller sold the hous...

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At Glory Days

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I have a friend who was a great distance runner back in high school. He could shift and speed right by you, make you look like a slow boy. Saw him the other night at this roadside bar where he and friends were hanging out. We shook hands, sat down, had a few drinks, and ended up talking about…Breaking Bad. (Apologies to Mr. Springsteen, and everyone, really).

Earlier that day, my friend was inducted into his high school hall of fame. To have the after-party at a place called Glory Days may seem on the nose, but the site was chosen by another friend who’s often there celebrating the fact that it’s, say, Tuesday. Our table included several accomplished former athletes, and got me thinking about “extracurricular.”

Of course the word applies to sports, music, drama, and other activit...

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Like a Fine Wine

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A young couple I represent just bought their first home: a Cape Cod in a neighborhood I like (my neighborhood). Their house is a 15-minute stroll from Shirlington Village. Nice.

Yet back in the nineties, I wasn’t crazy about Shirlington Village. A new development, it was what now might be called a “Towncenter.” I lived ten miles away, and went there a half dozen times at the behest of friends. It had nice restaurants and a relaxing atmosphere at a time in my life when those features weren’t that important. It seemed there was no there there. In its movie theater, I saw the The Truman Show, and afterwards, standing in the town-centerish environs, I looked around and laughed at what resembled the “perfect” world for poor Truman (I hope you’ve seen the film).

Since then, Shirlin...

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A Fork in the Road

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“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” -Yogi Berra

For the past seven years, I’ve been a Realtor representing friends, people referred by friends, and people referred by clients. But now that I’m a full-time agent (September outside a school is new, indeed!), I’ve been taking steps to reach out to new people. A big part of this effort is the creation of my website (made possible by the help of a good friend). I hope you’ll visit my site to find the latest information about real estate in Northern Virginia and Washington D.C., and to learn how I can help you when you come to a (real estate) fork in the road.

Welcome to the launch of neilkellyrealestate.com.

And to all my friends and clients, I’ll quote Yogi once more: “Thank you for making this day necessary.”

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