I was over at the Med Center yesterday listing a house. It's a short sale, like many in Sacramento. As I was walking through the home, doing my agent visual inspection, my phone rang. I'm always a bit conscious when I'm in a vacant house and talking on my cell because I tend to pace the floor when I talk. I can't stand still. No way, Jose. As a result, the sound of my heels clicking on hardwood floors echoes through my Jawbone device. I imagine that sound is not a very pleasant experience for the caller on the other end. The solution, of course, would be to unzip those boots and prance around in stocking feet. But I'm not that practical. I also wasn't wearing a coat, so going outside wasn't an option. It was chilly by Sacramento standards, in the high 40s, low 50s. That would be balmy w... 12/08/2011

Images are powerful. Some say they are more powerful than words. I suspect that's because you can twist around words in your head or forget words, but it's really hard to forget an image. I keep seeing that image embedded in my brain of the Emperor Penguin in New Zealand, standing on a sandy beach all by itself looking lost. It was lost. Took a wrong turn out in the ocean somewhere and should have been in Antarctica, not stranded on a beach in New Zealand. Authorities said they were going to let nature take its course. Even though the poor little creature was eating sand because it didn't have any snow. What is wrong with people? Nature take its course. What? What I imagined was some wealthy Samaritan would volunteer to fly the penguin home. So, I was very relieved to read that they had... 06/24/2011