A Root Beer

Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t as pleasant today as I’d expected, but at least hadn’t rained while I was out working. For some reason, I have a creepy feeling it’s going to be a hot summer because some of our recent daytime temps were too close to 80 degrees, and being too early for the season. The trees and flowers are certainly budding and blooming, and just today I noticed the most beautiful pink hyacinth in full bloom. I also thought it a bit odd when seeing some lawns just beginning to green-out, while others had already been mowed several times. With all the different types of lawn grass there is on the market, it’s no wonder there a so many various colors and textures of lawns.

I had some office work to do early this morning, and after I’d finished, I changed my clothes and went back to my outdoor summer chores. It’s all about getting used to doing things again, and just like winter duties, we not only have to grow accustomed to the regimen, but also our muscles having to get back at working as they did last year. Once again, I had to remind myself that I’m not twenty anymore, and keep at a slower pace.

Luckily I finished what I’d planned to do early enough so I could grab something light for lunch, change my clothes, and head out to my public open house at 12 S. Willowgreen Court. I figured it would be a crapshoot with the hosting of it, but fortunately I was not alone out there for more than a half hour. To my surprise, I was there with the last couple for well over a half hour longer than quitting time, but I’m not complaining because they seemed quite interested in it, and since I’ve known them for a number of years, there’s no question it would be a good fit.

Before they left, I mentioned to the Mrs. how refreshing it is when able to pick right back up in conversation with someone I’ve not seen in more than a few years. She laughed and then said, “That’s because we’ve known each other for so many years!” Yes, I’ve helped them with the purchase and sale of more than just one home since we first met, yet I can still clearly see them in the first home I sold for them, and proud to say that each of the homes they lived in thereafter, were rewarding investments.

While at my open house, one of the neighbors came over whom I’d graduated with from high school. I’d not seen nor spoken to her in at least ten or more years, and it sounded like all’s been good with her family since we last spoke. I almost said something to her about the number of times I would see her in my mind’s eye way back when she worked evenings at the Park 70 theatre during her high school years, and if it was before your time, that building stood where our Downtown’s Norwest Bank building is located. Oh if those ancient brick walls could’ve spoken before they were torn down, there’d be some interesting headlines in our local rag of a newspaper.

Speaking of newspaper, I can’t believe how weak the Globe Gazette has become in finding good guest journalists, and several of those they have on staff, should be taking lessons from some of our more prominent newspaper journalists. But, I sadly have to admit my client was right when saying, “Up here in North Iowa, you gotta remember, you get what you get.” I’m still hoping that more people in our community will finally come to the realization that we’re all in this together, and stop bashing each other over the silliest of reasons, because it’s almost as if there are those ever-waiting to pounce on another for not being completely in agreement with their beliefs. I’d much rather be living in a community with varied opinions and cultures, rather than in a Stepford-like town where everyone shares the same beliefs. A bit too boring don’t you think?

When I returned to my office, I went to work entering my new commercial listing at 1707 S. Federal here in Mason City. I made sure to get it disseminated out into the cyber-universe, just so there’d possibly be a buyer looking for a new business venture.
After I finished, I picked up the phone and called one of my friends and said, “How about a Root Beer float?” Of course he was completely in the dark as to why I was asking, so I filled him in on my new listing which was originally the A & W Restaurant here in our City. Both he and I remembered the days of our youth when we were able to get a treat when our parents decided we were deserving of a root beer float. I also reminded him that the bones of it are still there and begging to be resurrected. He agreed with my thoughts regarding it being a good go-of-it in these times of social distancing, and promised to pass the word around. Tonight’s photo is an exterior shot.

Curious me was brought up to speed this morning regarding the crazy ways some people work at getting their jollies. While I was walking down a sidewalk, I noticed a brightly colored plastic wrapper at the curbside, and when I walked over to pick it up and throw it in the trash, I was compelled to see exactly what it was because it had a cartoonish picture of a bull with large horns, along with big lettering on the packet reading “Raging Bull”. Of course inquisitive me had to investigate, and after reading what it was, I shook my head in disbelief and threw it in the trash.

It appears there’s being sold over-the-counter, a one pill dosage that lasts for seven days, which is supposed to markedly increase a male’s libido as well as creating long-lasting results whenever in the mood for, “the old in-out”. I later shared what I saw and read with a couple whom I’ve known for some time, and not surprised they were as dumbfounded as I was. I couldn’t help by wickedly saying, “I can’t imagine taking one of those pills which are supposed to last for seven days, because it’d be my luck that everyone I’d encounter, would be asking if I had a pistol in my pocket.” They got a very good laugh out of that one, and likely because they also remember Mae West’s favorite line being, “Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?”. Too funny!

Tonight’s one-liner is: Yesterday is history, tomorrow’s a mystery, today is God’s gift, and that’s why we call it the present.

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