BILL CHERRY'S GREATEST DALLAS PARK CITIES REAL ESTATE BLOG: May 2007

READ THIS GUY'S BLOG. YOU'LL LEARN SOMETHING

One of our fellow real estate bloggers is a fellow named Steven Shewell.  He calls himself the Mortgage Maverick.  Nice looking young fellow, good smile and with a character actor's moustache.  His picture's by his blog.  You can find him without much of an effort.

Well, he's gone to a great deal of trouble to write a very specific set of lessons he calls "5 Strategies to Grow Your Business."

There's probably more information there than you'd ever get from The Donald, even if you followed him around for half of a lifetime.  Print out Steven's treatise, think about it, and put it into practice.  He has presented the question and given you some solutions to reaching the answer.  It will grow your business.

BILL CHERRY, BROKER-REALTOR.  MY 43RD YEAR SERVING TEXAS. 972 380-7347

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4 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 30 2007 08:52AM

WOW! Check out Amadeus Metalworks, Dallas

 

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From time to time architectural iron sculpture is the perfect accoutrement to creating a home's architectural being -- the interior stair balustrade, a period designed fence, an iron statuary -- all artistic to dream up and even more artistic to create out of iron, metal and sometimes with the addition of precious and semi-precious stones.

We have come across the most talented metalworks shop when we compare it to all of those we have interviewed and used over the many years we have been adaptively restoring 18th and 19th century iron front commercial buildings in the bowels of historic cities like Galveston.

And it's here in Dallas! It's the Amadeus Metalworks.  It's owned by artist Lee Trautmann.  Here's the link to his web site portfolio as well as the contact information.

http://www.amadeusmetalworks.com/Commercial/CantinaLaredo.htm

I would like to suggest that you refer your clients and friends to Amadeus Metalworks  They can do installations anywhere it is warranted.

 BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR.  MY 43RD YEAR REPRESNTING TEXAS  972 380-7347

 

0 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 29 2007 02:34PM

CREOLE BREAD PUDDING & JIM BEAM WHISKEY SAUCE -- THE PERFECT SUBJECT FOR A BLOG

           

                                                            

 

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                                                              BILL CHERRY, DALLAS REALTOR BROKER

                                                               MY 43RD YEAR REPRESENTING TEXANS

                                                                                  972 380-7347

                 If you've been to New Orleans, you're bound to have eaten at the Commander's Palace in the Garden District.  It's owned by the aunt of Alex Brennan-Martin, whose wife, Jane, and I have been friends for a long time.

            Alex is the owner of Brennan's Restaurant in Houston, and he frequently shares recipes.  This is the best bread pudding I have ever made.  And since many of you not only like to cook, but also share recipes, here's the recipe for Brennan's Creole Bread Pudding and Whiskey Sauce:

CREOLE BREAD PUDDING

3 cups of packed brown sugar

2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

½ teaspoon ground nutmeg

5 eggs slightly beaten

1 quart milk

2 cups whipping cream

5 teaspoons vanilla

14 (1 inch thick) slices of day of French bread

1 cup raisins

1 12/ cups pecan pieces

Heat the oven to 315 degrees.  In a large bowl, blend sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg.  Then whisk in eggs, milk, cream and vanilla.

Tear bread slices into big bite size pieces and place in a lightly buttered 9x13x2 inch pan.  Pour custard over bread pieces and allow to soak for at least an hour, then stir in the raisins and top with the nuts.  Bake uncovered for an hour.  Let cool then refrigerate for two days so that the flavors will fully combine.

 

JIM BEAM WHISKEY SAUCE

 

2 cups whipping cream

9 tablespoons of sugar

1 ½ tablespoons of corn starch

2 tablespoons of cold water

2 egg yolks

¼ to ½ cup of Jim Beam Whiskey

Heat cream and sugar, stirring occasionally, in a medium saucepan until the mixture starts to boil, then reduce to a simmer.  Mix cornstarch and cold water in a small bowl until smooth. Then slowly whisk the mixture into the simmering cream.  Simmer for 2 to 3 minutes.  Beat egg yolks in a small bowl then slowly add about a cup or so of the simmering cream mixture, whisking all the while.  Then whisk the yolk mixture into the cream mixture and cook until it is thick and creamy (140 degrees).  Remove from hear and whisk in the whiskey.  Refrigerate until ready to use, then reheat.

Warm the servings of Creole Bread Pudding then plate.  Pour a couple of spoons full of the Jim Beam Whiskey Sauce over the pudding on each plate, then "bam it" with a decoration of powdered sugar.

8 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 29 2007 07:55AM

SOMEONE IS THINKING ABOUT YOU AT THIS VERY MOMENT....

          Throughout most of my life, I've been one of those who keeps in contact with friends.  Those I grew up with, those who moved away, those I went to college with, old girlfriends, clients...everyone.  I suppose I'm sort of the Joel Osteen of real estate.

          My message to my friends is always basically the same:  How are things going for you?  Is there anything I can do for you to help make things better?  And if there is, I do my best to make sure that it happens.

          Today, I got an email from my friend Vivian Webb Latimer.  She and her husband Bill have been my friends since junior high school.  They live three hundred miles from Dallas, but we keep in touch through emails.  Probably at least five a week.

          Vivian's email of today contained this piece.  I want to share it with you, and I hope that you will copy and paste it on an email to your friends and clients AND your children and parents.  And I'd like to suggest that you put it on a postcard and send it to your sphere and put it in your next newsletter.  Here it is

                                        YOU MAY NOT REALIZE IT BUT IT'S TRUE...

1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. You are special and unique.

8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keeps You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only  God keeps You Going

I believe that.  I hope you do, too.

                                  

       Bill Cherry, Dallas Broker-Realtor.  Serving Texans for 43 Years.  972 380-7347

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2 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 28 2007 07:27PM

"WE SAVED $48,000! THANKS, BRAND X!"

                                                                                     

            Last evening I saw a television commercial for one of the national discount broker franchises, "Brand X." The couple is sitting in their living room, and they say in "25 words or less" that the sale of their house with that franchise broker saved them, if memory serves me, more than $48,000.

            It troubles me that these commercials are allowed to be used when they come with none of the pertinent facts.  If I were the God of Ethics, I would say without a second thought that they are in serious violation, and I'd pull their membership in the National Board of Realtors. 

            Further, if that couple actually saved $48,000, could it be, for an example and reducing it to the absurd, that they are the only success story or maybe one of ten Brand X has?  What about the number of listings that didn't sell, or where there any where the couple didn't save anything over the use of a traditional broker?  There's no way to know.  Those will never be featured in the commercial.

            If that couple in the commercial saved $48,000 by using Brand X, by extrapolation, their home had to have sold for at least $800,000 and that assumes they didn't have to pay a selling broker.  And it doesn't take into account what charges they paid Broker X for the service.  So that home could have brought as much as $850,000.  If that's the case, does the couple who wants to sell their $150,000 home know that if there is any savings for them it won't be in parity with the couple's they saw in that commercial?

            The commercial also doesn't address whether or not the house was accurately listed with respect to price.  It's highly possible that the house was under-priced, and that could have easily eaten into the amount they claimed to have saved by using Brand X.

            But finally, if you look at that couple's dress and their home surroundings in the commercial, my guess is that they have never lived in an $800,000 home, so if I'm right, I don't know what comprises the $48,000 they want us to know that they saved.  And that's what's troubling to me, and it should be to everyone.

            The value of a well-educated, well-seasoned Realtor to a client is enormous when you realize selling and buying a home, with all of the components, is like tip-toeing through a mine field.  For the same reason you probably should carefully assess whether you want to use attorneys and doctors who feel the need to run huge ads in magazines, newspapers and the Yellow Pages, you should carefully assess those who you are considering using to help you buy and sell your home.

    For me, tradition with loads of years and experience to prove its value, is ALWAYS the correct answer.

                                                                

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                  BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR.  MY 43RD YEAR SERVING TEXANS

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13 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 28 2007 01:51PM

PART 2: A SEQUAL: THE KOREAN WAR HERO WHO SWUNG THE BOARD OF EDUCATION

 

                                                                                            

                                        LT. COL. RICHARD H. SCHIEBEL

 

                      The Korean War Hero Who Swung the Board of Education at Ball High

                                          By Bill Cherry, Dallas Broker-Realtor

                                                  My 43rd Year Serving Texans

If any of the students at Galveston's Ball High School knew he was Lt. Col. Richard H. Schiebel, a Korean War hero, who in the years before had flown an F-51 all through the war zone, successfully completing 100 missions against the enemy, they didn't talk about it. Perhaps it was no big thing. For after all, except for less than a handful of years, war had been with us for our entire lives.

By 1955 when we first encountered Mr. Schiebel, he was strolling the halls of Ball High, usually in gym shorts and tee-shirt with a coach's whistle hanging on a lanyard around his neck, and the Board of Education in his hand, applying it to backsides here and there - a soft swat to accompany a friendly hello; a sincere and swift pop if you were cutting up.

"Behave," he would say.

What's odd is that Coach Schiebel was only a member of the Ball High faculty for two school years, yet almost every Ball High graduate over 50-years old will all but swear he taught them. Coach raised two superb tennis teams, taught any number how to bowl and swim with good form, and explained to anyone who would listen, rather than throw spit balls or pass notes, the evils of not maintaining good health habits.

While Coach and I met at Ball High when I was 15, and have been friends for almost 50 years, like many Ball High graduates who keep in touch with him, I was never formally in one of his classes.

Coach told me once that the only job he ever had that he liked better than teaching at Ball High was flying missions in Korea. Wanting to defend one's country, even if it cost you your life, was something his generation understood while many of my generation and those that followed didn't.

Coach Schiebel's friend Herman Burton has copies of a number of the letters that Coach wrote home from Korea. For an example, just days before Easter 1951, he wrote to his parents, a Dallas principal and his teacher wife, about Mission No. 37. He was a first lieutenant

"I napalmed a house with enemy truck tracks leading into it, and got a gun position on the top of a hill with my other one. Tandy, flying with me, located another gun position and asked me to mark it for him with a short burst of 50s. I go pounding in and make a short burst on it right on top of a hill. I must have hit a rock or something because just as I pulled up over the top of the hill, something hit the canopy about eight inches from my head....I ducked and closed my eyes...and missed the Plexiglas chips that hit my face. It knocked a hole...in the canopy and cracked it in a circle behind my head.

"...I punched the rocket tab. I thought an explosion had gone off in the canopy. It was a tremendous roar.... The whole top of the canopy blew off, and the racket was terrific from the air blowing around the new 20 inch hole above my head. It sounded like a cannon in my ear. The suction almost ripped my helmet off. We immediately went home.

"But you should have seen the faces of the G.I.s when I taxied by waving at them through the top of the canopy."

                                               

                             COACH AND HIS PLANE WITH THE BLOWN OFF CANOPY 

It's easy to take this whole accounting as one of whimsy, rather than that there was deep gut fear. Coach is like that.

And yet one of his unidentified Korean War comrades did explain it well when he wrote, "There is no glory in war, no shame in being afraid, only pain and suffering for the unfortunate ones whose bodies are maimed, minds scared and for whom recovery is a long hard struggle.

"Those who lost their lives will never be forgotten by their comrades. Even almost 50 years after my first exposure to combat, I still hear the screams of agony, see the terror in faces and hear their last ragged breath. You see, we who survived continue to endure a terror that only those who have been there understand."

We are left to wonder why so many of us who came after Lt. Col. Schiebel see no reason to continue his love of country and fight the ever dividing amoeba of evil.

It has to be politically correct today, Memorial Day, to humblely pray for the souls of the departed war veterans, and to ask His blessing on them and those who served in the past, and on those who are serving today with the hopes that their service will guarantee that all of us will be able to continue to live free on this, the greatest country on His green earth.

Copyright 2004 - William S. Cherry

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2 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 27 2007 06:28AM

PART 1: NO REFUGE COULD BE SAVED - THE STORY OF THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER

 Unless  you know all four stanzas of the Star Spangled Banner you may find this most interesting.  Perhaps most of you didn't realize what Francis Scott Key's profession was or what he was doing on a ship.  This is a good brush-up on your history.  

This was sent to me this evening by my high school coach, Col. Richard Schiebel, 80-plus years old who is a war hero who flew many missions.  Here's his picture in his plane:

 

                         

                                          COL. RICHARD E. SCHIEBEL

                                           NO REFUGE COULD BE SAVE

                                             BY DR. ISAAC ASIMOV  

I was once asked to speak at a luncheon. Taking my life in my hands, I announced I was going to sing our national anthem -- all four stanzas. This was greeted with loud groans. One man closed the door to the kitchen, where the noise of dishes and cutlery was loud and distracting. "Thanks, Herb," I said.  

"That's all right," he said. "It was at the request of the kitchen staff"

I explained the background of the anthem and then sang all four stanzas. Let me tell you, those people had never heard it before -- or had never really listened. I got a standing ovation. But it was not me; it was the anthem.

More recently, while conducting a seminar, I told my students the story of the anthem and sang all four stanzas. Again there was a wild ovation and prolonged applause. And again, it was the anthem and not me.

So now let me tell you how it came to be written.

In 1812, the United States went to war with Great Britain, primarily over freedom of the seas. We were in the right. For two years, we held off the British, even though we were still a rather weak country. Great Britain was in a life and death struggle with Napoleon. In fact, just as the United States declared war, Napoleon marched off to invade Russia. If he won, as everyone expected, he would control Europe, and Great Britain would be isolated. It was no time for her to be involved in an American war.

At first, our seamen proved better than the British. After we won a battle on Lake Erie in 1813, the American commander, Oliver Hazard Perry, sent the message, "We have met the enemy and they are ours." However, the weight of the British navy beat down our ships eventually. New England, hard-hit by a tightening blockade, threatened secession.

Meanwhile, Napoleon was beaten in Russia and in 1814 was forced to abdicate. Great Britain now turned its attention to the United States, launching a three-pronged attack.

The northern prong was to come down Lake Champlain toward New York and seize parts of New England.  The southern prong was to go up the Mississippi, take New Orleans and paralyze the west.

The central prong was to head for the mid-Atlantic states and then attack Baltimore, the greatest port south of New York. If Baltimore was taken, the nation, which still hugged the Atlantic coast, could be split in two. The fate of the United States, then, rested to a large extent on the success or failure of the central prong.

The British reached the American coast, and on August 24, 1814, took Washington, D.C. Then they moved up the Chesapeake Bay toward Baltimore. On September 12, they arrived and found 1,000 men in Fort McHenry, whose guns controlled the harbor. If the British wished to take Baltimore, they would have to take the fort.

On one of the British ships was an aged physician, William Beanes, who had been arrested in Maryland and brought along as a prisoner. Francis Scott Key, a lawyer and friend of the physician, had come to the ship to negotiate his release.

The British captain was willing, but the two Americans would have to wait. It was now the night of September 13, and the bombardment of Fort McHenry was about to start.

As twilight deepened, Key and Beanes saw the American flag flying over Fort McHenry. Through the night, they heard bombs bursting and saw the red glare of rockets. They knew the fort was resisting and the American flag was still flying. But toward morning the bombardment ceased, and a dread silence fell. Either Fort McHenry had surrendered and the British flag flew above it, or the bombardment had failed and the American flag still flew.

As dawn began to brighten the eastern sky, Key and Beanes stared out at the fort, trying to see which flag flew over it. He and the physician must have asked each other over and over, "Can you see the flag?"

After it was all finished, Key wrote a four stanza poem telling the events of the night. Called "The Defense of Fort McHenry," it was published in newspapers and swept the nation. Someone noted that the words fit an old English tune called, "To Anacreon in Heaven" -- a difficult melody with an uncomfortably large vocal range. For obvious reasons, Key's work became known as "The Star Spangled Banner," and in 1931 Congress declared it the official anthem of the United States.

Now that you know the story, here are the words. Presumably, the old doctor is speaking. This is what he asks Key:

Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thru' the night that our flag was still there.

 

Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

("Ramparts," in case you don't know, are the protective walls or other elevations that surround a fort.) The first stanza asks a question. The second gives an answer:

On the shore, dimly seen thru' the mist of the deep

Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep.

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,

 In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream 'Tis the star-spangled banner.

 Oh! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

"The towering steep" is again, the ramparts. The bombardment has failed, and the British can do nothing more but sail away, their mission a failure. In the third stanza I feel Key allows himself to gloat over the American triumph. In the aftermath of the bombardment, Key probably was in no mood to act otherwise?  During World War I when the British were our Staunchest allies, this third stanza was not sung. However, I know it, so here it is:

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave,

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

(The fourth stanza, a pious hope for the future, should be sung more slowly than the other three and with even deeper feeling):

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation,

Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven - rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, for our cause is just,

 And this be our motto --"In God is our trust."

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

 

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BILL CHERRY, DALLAS REALTOR-BROKER.

     MY 43RD YEAR SERVING TEXANS!

 

4 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 26 2007 10:46PM

LOOK AT DALLAS' NORTH PARK

 

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When Raymond Nasher and his wife conceived the idea of the now famous Dallas enclosed mall, NorthPark, there were only three similar to it in the United States.  And we're talking about the late 1950s.  NorthPark opened in 1965.

Mr. Nasher passed away a few weeks ago in his mid-80s.  Within the next couple of days, I'm going to tell you the story of Mr. Nasher and his NorthPark.  Prior to that, this would be the perfect time for Dallasites -- especially those who are commercial real estate brokers and investors -- to take a day and go through that mall -- explore the whole thing.

  • Look at how the stores are clustered
  • Notice the sculptures and hanging art throughout the mall's common areas
  • Take time to examine and ponder how the windows are dressed, for that is a true art itself.
  • Notice the group of live turtles who live and sun themselves in the fountain just outside the inside entrance of Neiman-Marcus.  Watch the small children playing there.
  • Compare and contrast the merchandise, the displays and the feel of Neiman-Marcus, Barney's, and Nordstrom
  • Buy a bottle of Angel Blue cologne at the perfume counter adjacent to Neiman's down escalator.
  • Look at the salespeople in the high end stores -- Tiffany's, Neiman's, David Yurman, etc., and see if you think they look and dress to fit the perceived aura of the store.
  • Visit the new Nasher Museum Shop near Neiman's on the Neiman-Nordstrom wing.  Buy yourself a small gift.
  • Eat lunch at Neiman's Zodiac on the third floor, and in the dining room at Nordstrom's.  You'll see lovely dinners at reasonable prices.
  • Make sure you explore the shops on the mall's second foor concourse.
  • See a movie in the surrounds of the nicest and best designed muti-plex theater in Dallas
  • Compare and contrast NorthPark as a shopping destination with that of the Galleria.

And when you're through come back here and see what Mr. Nasher wanted us to see and experience when he planned Dallas' NorthPark.  It's a remarkable story.

                            BILL CHERRY, DALLAS BROKER-REALTOR.  MY 43RD YEAR SERVING TEXANS!

 

1 commentBILL CHERRY • May 26 2007 06:56PM

THE ATTORNEY, HIS $4 MILLION, CIGARETTE BOAT AND JUAN KNIGHT, THE PARROT

                                                   

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The Attorney, His $4 million, Cigarette Boat, Corvette and Juan Knight, the Parrot

By Bill Cherry, Dallas Broker-Realtor

Serving Texans for 43 Years

972 380-7347

No one in the know has ever been able to tell me how it happened, but nevertheless this young and new to the business plaintiff's lawyer actually negotiated a huge settlement for his client.  The judge sealed the tri-party agreement, so it's hard to find out for sure, but it looks like the attorney's piece was about $ 4 million, maybe more.

Before he took on that case, his total business had consisted of doing two divorces, drawing one deed, and writing two wills, for a gross revenue of $680.  And now he was looking at a $4 million check payable to him from one of the largest insurance companies in the world.

As soon as he had made the deposit at the bank, he immediately traded in the frayed blue blazer and chinos he had worn since his sophomore year at UT for one of those new and fashionable suits with the two-button coat and extra-wide lapels that were in fashion at the time.  He bought it at Graham's in Galveston's old Holiday Mall.  And he bought a $6,000 solid gold Rolex watch from Irving Clark's Isenberg's Jewelry down on The Strand.

And then he booked his first appointment with men's hairstylist, Norris of Houston, and before long, dressed up in his new suit with the wide tie and the heavily sprayed Beatle hairstyle, he looked pretty much like Ring Starr, except Ringo Starr with bow legs and a briefcase.

He had married his wife in their junior year at UT, and she had later worked at the capitol to get him through law school. The only thing they ever splurged on through that entire time was a double yellow head parrot from the Amazon.  They had seen it at an Austin pet store and couldn't resist.  They named the parrot Juan Knight.

Beth Cox at Safari Pet Center in League City tells me that one can expect those birds to live sixty years.

Nothing would satisfy the lawyer until he, his wife and Juan Knight moved into a great big expensive house in a mover and shaker Houston neighborhood.  Even though it was just the three of them, the thing had five bedrooms and six baths, and if that wasn't enough, the master bath had a fireplace in it.  And the chandelier at the entry was so large and massive that it was motorized so that it could be lowered to eye-level for cleaning and changing out bulbs.

Things coasted along, but then wouldn't you know that the lawyer would reach his mid-life crisis about ten years early?  That one event caused him to feel he had to plunk down a hundred thousand for a cigarette boat and a Corvette.  Both were red with spangly stuff in the paint.  And he wore a cap to cover the bald head.   The part that wasn't covered by the hat still looked like the Ringo Starr cut, though now the stylist at Norris of Houston was coloring it to conceal the gray.

Cigarette boats, Corvettes, big houses, fancy suits and clunky gold Rolex watches worn by middle-age men with law degrees have a way of attracting beautiful young women, the kind that look like they'd be among the high lap dance earners at gentlemen's clubs.  And sure enough, one or two were attracted to this lawyer, and before long, he was in love all over again.

So one Saturday after he left the yacht club in Kemah, he drove home in his spangly Corvette, found his wife in the backyard preparing for dinner for two on the patio, and he told her that he had found someone else, and wanted a divorce.

I guess she had seen it coming, because she told him that was fine, to go ahead and draw up the papers.  Surprised at her nonchalant reaction, but still expecting the worse, he asked her what she thought a fair property settlement would be.  He had figured he'd surely lose the cigarette boat and the Corvette and would just have to buy new ones.

But instead, she said, "We'll split everything down the middle, and you can have the cigarette boat and the 'vette if you'll also agree to take Juan Knight, continue to raise him and provide for him until he passes away."  And even though he knew parrots live for sixty years or so, the lawyer, after all, loved Juan, and said he'd be delighted to raise him in a single parent home.

As things like this sometimes go, it took almost a year before the divorce was final and it was time to divide up the community property.  The lawyer, his cigarette boat and his young girlfriend by then had moved to Dallas. 

His soon to be ex-wife had stayed in the big house with the five bedrooms, six baths, the bathroom fireplace and the motorized chandelier.  Juan Knight was living in the big house, too.

So when the divorce was final, the ex-wife shipped Juan Knight by special courier to the lawyer.  Juan got to his new home in Dallas one afternoon, and the housekeeper set up his cage and perch in the den, and gave him some fresh birdseed and water.

The attorney and his girlfriend got home about six-thirty, parked the Corvette in the circular driveway, and went in the front door.  All was quiet.  Then they walked into the den and turned on the recessed lights in the ceiling.  With that Juan Knight threw back his head, and began to sing in his  recently acquired Gloria Gaynor voice,

                             First I was afraid, I was petrified

                             Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side

                             But I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong

                             I grew strong.....

                             I'll survive, I'll survive

And for days and days Juan sang the song.  There was no polly wanting a cracker or saying hello.  He just wanted to sing his song and scream "I'll survive!  I'll survive!"

The phone rang at the ex-wife's house early one Friday morning before Thanksgiving.  "I think Juan Knight misses you.  Can he come home?" the voice said. "He'll be welcome if he brings along a cashier's check for $2,000,000," she responded.

Juan Knight moved back to Houston with his dowry, the girlfriend with the small waist  moved on and the lawyer now spends most of his spare time watching movies that he rents from Blockbuster on his DVD player and listening to Galen Jeter's big jazz band at the Village Club House on Sunday nights.  He's no longer interested in cigarette boats and Corvettes.  There's no place to keep either outside of his Village apartment.

                                                          Copyright 2006 - William S. Cherry

                                                                     All Rights Reserved

0 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 23 2007 08:32PM

THE SECRET LESSON TO SPREAD TO NEW GRADUATES, AND YOU, TOO.

                                              

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The Mentor's Formula to be Educated

As the end of May approaches every year, I doubt I have ever failed to remember Arthur L. Graham, who, although a speech and drama teacher and a student counselor at Galveston's Ball High School for ever and a day, was the highly regarded mentor to many generations of students.  I was one of them.

He insisted that to be well-rounded and educated, you had to subscribe to and read The New Yorker magazine,  at least the Sunday edition of the New York Times (especially the theater section), and the now-defunct Norman Cousins' magazine, The Saturday Review

You had to maintain a spiritual development program by reading the Bible and browsing John Bartlett's Book of Familiar Quotations

And you could not pass his class without being able to list in calendar date order every Pulitzer Prize for Drama winner from 1918 ("Why Marry") to 1958 ("Look Homeward Angel") and then give a brief synopsis of each.

I can't name every one of the plays anymore, but I have continued the subscriptions to the Sunday Times and The New Yorker, have my Bartlett's where I can get to it quickly, have a strong interest in theater, and I do my Bible study through college lecture DVDs from The Teaching Company (http://www.teach12.com/).

So here it is, new graduates of high school, junior college, senior college and medical school; after 49 years, I can attest that dear Mr. Graham's advice was right on target.  I hope you'll adopt it.  That's your graduation present from me.  Congratulations!

0 commentsBILL CHERRY • May 23 2007 02:47PM