OK, here's how it went. Are you ready?
I studied real estate courses at University of North Texas when I was there in graduate school. It wasn't that I had any intention of ever being a real estate agent at all. In fact, I was working on being a professor, an English professor. I was enamored with John Milton's "Paradise Lost" and "Paradise Regained."
Dr. Cherry had a nice ring, and it wouldn't require any contact with blood and guts.
But this was 1966, and I was still as lazy as I had been at 16 and at 18 and at 24, for that matter. (I've actually never fully overcome the trait)
It was summer school, and my idea was to schedule my classes for the early morning, grab lunch at Brewer's Cafe about noon, and then head for the college's pool for some rays and girl watching.
Well, as it turned out, all five days a week I would be finished with my required courses by 11 AM, and that would give me an hour before lunch at Brewer's and two hours before time to soak up the rays. What to do?
So i decided I'd find a course that was available to fill-in that hour, and it turned out to be real estate -- Introduction on MWF and Appraisal on T-TH. I figured I'd buy a house someday, so the information would probably come in handy.
When the two summer semesters were over, the professor told me that I had enough college credits to skip the salesman license and immediately sit for the broker's license. And he said he thought I ought to do it. "Who knows? You may decide sometime along the way to be a Realtor," he said.
Not a chance, I thought, but I decided I'd go take the exam for the heck of it. Darned if I didn't pass it, and within a couple of weeks, my new broker's license was hanging on my apartment wall.
That was just before the fall semester of 1966...forty-nine years ago. And from the day I walked out of the university for real time employment, one way of the other, I've been involved in the real estate business -- first as a lender, then as a flipper, then as a builder of homes and apartments, next as the founder and owner of two real estate agencies -- one in Galveston, the other in Houston's Museum District. (I've even taught the stuff at two colleges, for goodness sakes)
And then I sold out and Patty and I moved from Galveston to Dallas where, for a brief period, I worked out of an Ebby office, then for the next eight years, by myself...fighting affiliation all the way.
Well, I finally realized that the technology and resources that the major franchise offices have are important for my clients to benefit from, not just I. So I began studying the different ones. All had merits, but I thought some were too restrictive and others were entirely too lenient.
Last week, I married Keller Williams Dallas Premier. And, you see, however the US Supreme Court rules on what is allowed to be called a marriage, I'll guarantee you it'll love that Patty and I are married in the eyes of God, and it'll be OK with the idea that I'm professionally married by tort contract to Keller Williams.