Moving here permanently in Nov. 1960, Dad’s antique shop was not going to get it for a family of four. Besides the brass refinishing and lamp repair, I tried pulp wooding, truck driving, bartending and few other distasteful chores not including septic tank repairs. At that time, the only real estate person was Charlie McKissack, who sold mostly McKissack family properties when you could find him. His office was next to Burda’s Drug Store.
Jimmy and Maggie Lassiter had a two-room office at the corner of
Next came Leonarda Perry from
I had another great lady, Arline Thornton, a real class act, who died of cancer in 1990. Then we had Barney Fish, great guy, did good, got a broker’s license. Opened his office on 98 on right, just over the hill. Died a year and a half later in 1991. .
Al Hudson, retired Air Force pilot, was tops. Not only a good salesman, a great guy, served on county planning and zoning. I lost him in 2006. At this point in time, I am beginning to think I’m a damn jinx or Dr. Death himself.
Forgot Charles and Mary Miller, who lived next door to me. After all the training and client base I had, they got broker’s license and opened “Carrabelle realty” right next door to me. Kind of frosted my extremities. Company lives on with Ruby Litton at the helm. Charlie and Mary both passed on.
Ed Diorio came to me in ’98, a great guy with personality. Plus, after four years, he withdrew to a room with a computer. It consumed him, and cancer set in. That’s one reason I won’t do computers. They can be as habit-forming as drugs.
Only one of the early ones, Bill Bailey, escaped “Miller’s Triangle.” Still kicking. I guess
Mr. Bill is the pen name of Bill Miller.