as realtors in the San Fransisco Bay Area in California.
In 1981, my mother had done business with a realtor in the SF Bay Area named Joe Mandolfo. He was a handsome 45-year-old gentleman in a suit, tie and drove a clean 1976 Cadillac Seville to show his clients homes.
In 1999, I had a guy from John L. Scott Realty in Boise, ID show me homes. The real-estate company had a classy-sounding name but this man was not very classy in presentation. He had some crude rough-riding Jeep-like vehicle. He was not clean-shaven and dressed rather "blue collar". He spoke like a simpleton too. He was bald and sported a mustache and glasses. He was dressed like he was fit to operate a Caterpilllar tractor (sans hard hat) and not at all like a city-slicker like the Italian realtor in San Francisco, Mr. Mandolfo. I was not taken to a white-table cloth restaurant for lunch but rather a McDonald's in Nampa, ID. Having been spoiled rotten on the Left Coast most my life, it was a real culture shocker going into Boise. In the SF Bay Area, I also knew an insurance broker who drove a nice Mercedes Benz. Always well-dressed and clean-shaven.
Incidentally, slick-dressed Joe Mandolfo in the fancy automobile had told my mother he was once a truck driver earlier on in life. Is being a truck driver or a realtor a better prospect in life?
The moral of the story: Don't ever take your Bay Area mentality into any RED state.
Some short story, huh?
In 1981, my mother had done business with a realtor in the SF Bay Area named Joe Mandolfo. He was a handsome 45-year-old gentleman in a suit, tie and drove a clean 1976 Cadillac Seville to show his clients homes.
In 1999, I had a guy from John L. Scott Realty in Boise, ID show me homes. The real-estate company had a classy-sounding name but this man was not very classy in presentation. He had some crude rough-riding Jeep-like vehicle. He was not clean-shaven and dressed rather "blue collar". He spoke like a simpleton too. He was bald and sported a mustache and glasses. He was dressed like he was fit to operate a Caterpilllar tractor (sans hard hat) and not at all like a city-slicker like the Italian realtor in San Francisco, Mr. Mandolfo. I was not taken to a white-table cloth restaurant for lunch but rather a McDonald's in Nampa, ID. Having been spoiled rotten on the Left Coast most my life, it was a real culture shocker going into Boise. In the SF Bay Area, I also knew an insurance broker who drove a nice Mercedes Benz. Always well-dressed and clean-shaven.
Incidentally, slick-dressed Joe Mandolfo in the fancy automobile had told my mother he was once a truck driver earlier on in life. Is being a truck driver or a realtor a better prospect in life?
The moral of the story: Don't ever take your Bay Area mentality into any RED state.
Some short story, huh?