Talk about advancement in the real estate industry.

From the days of Caveman Realty where your commission was out there, price fixed for all to see...a cord of fire wood, a half a boar what every early realtor in the jungle charges. You are excited about this rock Victorian, and start the smoke signal marketing to spread the word on a clear day about the new listing.

    Your wife with the husky voice begins a slow drip string/tin can jungle campaign to buzz about the new piece of real estate up on the Highland Ledges subdivision. Features to boast...let's see, that flock of  pterodactyl nesting to the west serve as an excellent early warrior intruder detection system.

When they fly, squawk, you bang a gong, get the kids loaded with rocks and spears to defend the place.

That alone will guarantee a better nights sleep for the whole family. And don't forget the wild living room mural of stick men / beasts dancing around a fire in exotic, vivid colors drawn by the previous owner who grew mushrooms out back in the well tended vegetable garden. And oh yeah, the built in rock recliner slabs out on the patio overlooking the Thousand Acre Bog that's just to the east. Talk about amazing sunrises, the perfect spot for an early morning rock goblet of fresh squeezed bug juice. The natural hot springs spa in the bathroom is something the teenagers are going to have to respect/share to keep the family peace until you can install another one in the mother in law cave addition.

     Things sure have advanced a lot since the early days when a real estate broker with his club, his wooly mammoth suit had to walk seven miles, and swing tree to tree from vines to hand deliver the slate contract to the lawyers at the center of the forest. Are you still marketing real estate in your zip code the old fashioned way?

Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers- Find Yourself In Maine. It's Where You've Wanted To Be All Along.