Gerald Jacobs
Bio
Gerald 3.0. Act three in my saga. I spent a beginning career as a master cabinetmaker. Act Two was a 30+ year career as a real estate broker in Florida. Now on to 3.0 a writer of words.
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Tales Of The Rent Man
We managed a single family house on the opposite side of the county from the office. It was in a community called Seffner. We managed it for a second generation landlord who had inherited the property, along with several others from his father after his dad passed away. His father was the person who got me into the property management business in the first place. At that time, he was getting ready to retire and enjoy the rest of his life and needed someone he could trust to manage his portfolio.
By Gerald Jacobs4 years ago in Journal
Tales Of The Rent Man
I had a family who rented a small place from me. There was a mother, father, and young child who had a disease that would keep him from reaching adulthood. These were nice people. The mom was full time care giver to their child and dad was full time bread winner. They had been there quite a while. Always paid the rent on time and never complained.
By Gerald Jacobs4 years ago in Journal
Tales Of The Rent Man
There is so much to tell about how I became the rent man. For many years we were property managers for landlords who mostly lived out of state. They invested in real estate as a means of building wealth. They had hopes of retiring in dignity someday. They were not wealthy, they were middle class working people. Putting this in perspective, my lawn guy runs his lawn mowing business ten hours a day six days a week. Over the years he has accumulated 8 rental homes. When things break, he goes and fixes them. Not exactly your vision of what a landlord is like, no? No forcing innocent tenants to live in squaller, no turning off the electric if they don’t pay on time. Truthfully, he is typical.
By Gerald Jacobs4 years ago in Journal
Bull Tapping
Chalk this up to stupid kid tricks. After all, we were only 16, most of us anyway. We had a dumb one who was a year or two older. He didn’t get picked on about it. Being a tad older meant he was bigger than the rest of us, especially me. Not that I was the runt of the litter or anything. Well, perhaps I was.
By Gerald Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
If That Doesn't Take The Cake
One of the smarter people I know is my friend, June. She is a serial entrepreneur. I sometimes think that means she can’t help herself. Something compels her to start new enterprises every few years. She doesn’t keep the old ones. June sells them for a profit. Then she takes the profit, sinks some of it into a new venture. The rest she puts into a passive investment to grow her retirement portfolio.
By Gerald Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
Progressivism is Disrupting our Social Order
There is a fifth column movement within our country. If you have been mis-educated in the last few generations, you may have to look that up. It’s like a sneak attack from within. A stab in the back from those you think you know and trust.
By Gerald Jacobs5 years ago in The Swamp
Missing
It was late in the afternoon on a dark day in a dark week of a forgettable month. The summer weather was rough, not like the brutal weather in the big sandbox where I lost my way so many years ago. Hot summers in Tampa were so humid, you could chew the air.
By Gerald Jacobs5 years ago in Fiction
