I started with my family’s title insurance business when I was in high school. I was the fax machine. I delivered documents back and forth on my bicycle. I continued working for my family after I went to college and got married. We used to have an office downtown on King Street back when the courthouse was where the Casa Monica is now. Trying to get out on King Street at five o’clock was a death wish. Everyone was leaving the courthouse and it was difficult to pull into traffic. For clients with late afternoon closings, I would have to drive their car out for them into the street, leave the car in the middle of traffic (it wasn’t moving anyway) and help the client across the street to his car and on his way.
One night in late December I was having a healthy discussion with my father about internal office procedures. We were in the closing room that fronted King Street, no curtains, after dark, the lights were on, and traffic was stopped outside. I tend to be a little sure of my ideas and felt very adamant that what I was trying to convey was imperative for Collins Title to implement. After trying to get me to understand his point of view, my father finally gave up and expressed his feelings by mooning me. Needless to say, I saw where he was coming from and we ceased the discussion.
I’ve seen a lot of crazy things over the years in the real estate industry, thus I have a story for every situation—some are more light-hearted than others. Enjoy the good times, and take advantage of experience.