If you see this guy lurking around your place, don't worry. He's a pleasant young man with dozens of funny stories, wonderful insights, a zest for life and a deep knowledge of the Chicago real estate market.
Plus he is the newest member of the team at The Real Estate Lounge Chicago.
Mitch Aronson, somebody who I have known personally for a dozen or so years and professionally for just a few years less, joined The Lounge team earlier this week after lengthy and successful stints at my old stomping grounds.
Mitch is among the finest of Chicago's real estate professionals, with a passion for his work and an unrivaled "tool box" with which to assist his buying and selling clients.
We are thrilled to have Mitch join the frenzy in our active team and excited to introduce him to the ins and outs and many pluses of working with Chicago's @ properties brokerage, the city's top residential real estate brokerage.
A lifelong Chicagoan and native of the North Side, Mitch and his family live in Chicago's Rogers Park neighborhood. His beautiful daughter Midori is Jackson's age and the two of them are great friends.
Looking at Mitch's "happy-happy" face in the picture above brought to mind an old beer commercial and a current day reprisal of the antics of the guys in the current environment just a few short days before Tuesday's oh-so-important presidential election.
Couch Sitting & Bud Sipping Asking "Whassup?"
Beaten Down But Not Defeated with Hope on the Horizon
My colleague emailed me this morning with what he termed was a "must read" url. Since just about everything that he forwards to me is entertaining and edifying, I did as he advised and clicked through to read his recommendation.Sure enough, the link went to an entertaining Chicago Tribune article detailing just how much Chicagoans love their city.
As a long-time resident of Chicago, I can attest to this love. Heck, even my three-year-old was able to say "Go Cubs!" before his third birthday and repeatedly intones Chicago with glee in his voice when we are in a holding pattern waiting to land at O'Hare International Airport.
The nature of the Tribune article triggered a "hmm" moment. So I started mulling over the idea of how Chicago is perceived outside of Chicago.
Since you are here soaking up the words that I utter in this electronic forum, you don't need a primer from me about the ins and outs of the web. But let me tell you, as soon as the idea tickled my cerebellum I set off on a a google exploration using search terms that included "most livable" and "best" along with Chicago and 2008.
In the brief slice of time I allowed myself to wander down this path I came up with some wonderful techno-snapshots of the real perception of Chicago by folks who don't dwell here.
Perhaps the most glowing praise came from FastCompany.com who named Chicago the US City of the Year for 2008. FastCompany's praise cited the city's architecture, its culture, its vibrancy, its greenness, its diversity, its economy, and its eye toward the future and capacity to continue growing in honoring us.
True, true, and true.
Unlike other aging cities in the midwest, Chicago never made the mistake of cordoning off its lakefront for private industrial purposes. Instead, through the genius of Daniel Burnham a century earlier, the city assiduously maintained public access to the shores of Lake Michigan for recreational purposes.
Thus there are beaches up and down the lakefront, from the city's north to south sides along with a wonderful bike path and a ridiculous number of public parks where you will witness Chicago's vibrant diversity on any given day.
More praise came Chicago's way from the City Mayors organization. While in polling terms this one might be referred to as an outlier, it is relevant to the present discussion as it declares Chicago tops among 14 cities around the world. In this tally Chicago received high marks in "convenience, a sense of freedom and an ease in meeting people, ...sports and cultural activities, public transportation and the diversity of people."
And while Travel and Leisure magazine doesn't rank Chicago as the top metropolis, I don't take it as a real slight. It is simply a measure that takes into consideration our winter weather that drops us to Number Three. Nudging ahead of us are Boston and San Francisco.
And face it, that's not bad company.
The nice thing about Travel and Leisure's ranking is that it is fueled by the input of visitors. I can and will market Chicago to locals and others at the drop of a hat, talking about Michigan Avenue, the Art Institute of Chicago, the University of Chicago, our architecture, our people, our diversity, our restraurants, our lakefront, and our parks.
Another poll that is sustained by the input of visitors is found at Conde Nast. Bandying about the globe to sumptuous places where delightful meals are served by nattily attired servers who appear to have memorized the Four Season's service manual these folks have determined that Chicago is the fifth-ranked city in the United States. Figuring into our status with these well-heeled folks are our restaurants, food and wine, culture, and family friendliness.
Ahead of us on this list are, from bottom to top, Sante Fe, New York, Charleston, and San Francisco.
At the end of the day I suppose I circle back to the beginning of the day when I received an email from a friend who urged me to check out something on the Chicago Tribune's website that was not only interesting, but also accurate.
Chicagoans love Chicago. And at the same time, so too do folks outside of Chicago. So much so that I am showing one of my condo listings tomorrow to a corporate relocation client from Boston. At the same time I am working with an international buying client and also a couple relocating to Chicago from within the United States.
I would like to tell you that both parties have chosen to work with me and the team at The Real Estate Lounge Chicago because of my charm. But the truth is more likely that they trust my expertise as it relates to the Chicago real estate market.
Our efforts to enjoy the great outdoors Monday were stymied by an intermittent rainfall. At one point there seemed to be a window of opportunity, so we harnessed the bikes on the 4-Runner and made our way to the bike path at Caldwell Woods. Right when we got there the sprinkles galvanized into a full-fledged downpour, and chased us into the nearby SuperDawg Drive-in. For those of you who haven't been to SuperDawg you can't consider yourself a real Chicago hot dog aficionado until you have made eye contact with the dancing hotdog atop the drive in while sating your appetite.
While some may prefer Portillo's, these two pooch purveyors balance in my mind to create a finely tuned fulcrum of the Chicago dog experience. It's rare that a return trip from O'Hare International Airport won't feature an exit at Nagle and a jaunt to SuperDawg near the intersection of Milwaukee/Nagle/Devon. So as Lucas eased into a carseat nap, Jackson was chomping at the bit to down some of the goods from this culinary wonderwerk. No worries for those reading today who are keeping a tally, Jackson's lunch wasn't a dog - his fare was a grilled cheese with fries and a portion of a chocolate shake.
A few hours later we did wheel the bikes out of the garage with the boys in their seats. The weather decided to cooperate and we wanted to join the growing chorus of early voters so we greenly made our way to perform our civic duty at the Edgewater Public Library. With five minutes to spare before the 5pm closing we walked in, showed our state id's to cast early ballots. With Lucas balanced on my knee my eyes welled up with tears as I saw Barack Obama's name at the top of the ticket.
So with Jackson at her side and Lucas on my knee we joined the growing ranks of early voters. Leaving the overly warm library auditorium and buoyant with the future we hope our small efforts will visit on our boys and our country we made our way back outside, straddled our bikes and rode to the lakefront to scratch a path somewhat south along Lake Michigan with no particular destination in mind. Perhaps the clear skies at the end of the day are an omen of good things to come. That's what we are feeling here at The Real Estate Lounge Chicago.
Wrigley Field on a sunny Summer afternoon...
Inning after inning the northside nine put up goose egg after miserable goose egg. In days of old (going back an entire century) Cubs fans would have anticipated the worst. An "L" for loss would be lifted atop the center field score board and that would be that, a simple single pockmark in a season rife with the rough terrain of far too many pockmarks.
Turns out the gimme waited until the bottom of the 9th to show up. That's when Jim Edmonds poked a line drive homer to the basket in left to tie the score. Ah, the universe felt as if it was coming back to a charitable disposition. Except that in this instance charity wasn't given - it was taken. And the final collection waited until the 11th inning to bear its lovely toothy smile.
By the way, located at Sheffield and Clark, Wrigley Field is two and a half blocks from a transcendent bit of Chicago real estate listed by Tom McCarey of The Real Estate Lounge Chicago - 726 Addison is a luxury condo on the top floor of a fully rehabbed all brick building. With a flowing extra wide layout, this condo is perfect for any number of Chicago real estate buyers, including first-time buyers or buyers looking for a bit more space in a wonderful Lakeview location, or out of towners looking for an in-town residence.
Another simply gorgeous residence that single home seekers in the Chicago real estate market need to know about is 1858 Race.
We cleared the 5.30 threshold Saturday night and somehow we figured we were ahead of the game.
In such haste had we left our Edgewater abode that we didn't even have the restaurant's exact address. Fortunately the Blackberry was able to sift through our misspelling and pointed us to Smoque near Grace and Pulaski in Chicago's Old Irving neighborhood.
So we punched the gas and cruised south to Diversey and Western to check out Fat Willy's in Logan Square.
With more seats than Smoque we were hopeful that Fat Willy's would be able to accommodate us. Unfortunately when we rolled up there were even more people milling about the outside of this joint waiting for tables that were some 40-60 minutes away from being available.
But come to think about it a Saturday night meal is meant to be more than satisfactory. I don't expect a marching band to high step by with each chewed morsel or every sip of a milk shake to catapult me into remembrances of pony rides as a child.ActiveRain Corp. is not responsible for the accuracy of the site's content (which is written by members of the ActiveRain Real Estate Network) and does not endorse the views of the real estate agents, mortgage brokers, and others listed here.
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