The Platinum Lightning Rod Story

      The Platinum Lightning Rod Story

1985

A True story written 9/10/2012 Re-written 2016

Howard Yasgar

In 1965 when I first decided to get into the precious metals refining business, I discussed it with a friend that had a booth at the Miami Jewelry Exchange.

I knew that I would need a Troy weight balance scale to weigh precious metals with.

But I didn’t have a clue as to where to get one.

All precious metals are weighed by Troy weight.

In Troy weight there are 12 ounces per Troy pound, rather than 16 ounces commonly found in the avoirdupois system that we commonly use.

When weighing less than 1 ounce Troy, which is common in the precious metals business, an ounce is broken down into grains. There are 480 grains in one Troy ounce,

Before digital scales became commonly used, all precious metals were weighed on some type of balance scale, and it took a bit of finessing to learn how to use a balance scale accurately.

When I mentioned to my friend at the Jewelry Exchange that I needed a scale, he said follow me.

We walked across the street to where there was a jewelers supply store, and I bought my first scale there for $17.00.

It was a small scale, it had two pans, about three inches in diameter. And the center post of the balance was mounted on a grey wooden box about 10 inches long, 5 inches deep and 4 inches tall.

It had a drawer in the front where the weights were kept.

I played with that scale and it’s weights day and night until I was able to accurately weigh the smallest item.

What is more interesting is, once I learned how to use it, I became fascinated with balance scales, and I started collecting them.    

Also I started reading  up on balance scales, and  I found that they have been used for centuries, they were used for weighing gold, for weighing coins, for weighing diamonds, and even chemicals.

Some bigger balance scales are used for weighing food, and even for weighing jockeys.

As I traveled, I would stop in antique stores and I would look for balance scales.

One evening in 1982, my fiancée Katherine asked me what my sign of the zodiac was, but I didn’t have a clue.

My birthday was on September 27, and that made me a Libra, and believe it or not the sign of a Libra is the balance scale.  

So after that, whenever my wife and I were on a road trip, we stopped at every antique and junk store that we saw, we were looking for balance scales.

One day in 1984 we were driving on the Palmetto expressway heading towards Fort Lauderdale.

I noticed several antique stores on the opposite side of the expressway.

On our return trip, we made it our business to stop and see if any of them had any antique balance scales.

Well we struck pay dirt, because in the second store we found a very nice pharmacy balance scale with a marble top and it had big wide brass weighing pans.

The antique store owner had it priced at $150.00, but we ended up paying him $100.00.

As I proceeded to push it on a cart up to the front counter, the stores owner asked me, “Are you a scale collector?”  

I told him that I had started collecting scales because I was in the platinum business.

The store owner asked “How much is platinum worth”.

I don’t recall the price at the time but it was probably $300.00 to $400.00 an ounce.

He said, “I have a friend that had recently made a lot of money by selling platinum”.

I was curious, so I asked him how his friend had done it?

He said, “My friend is also an antique dealer just like me, but he specializes in lighthouses”.

He said, “One day in 1965 his friend was sitting in the Library of Congress doing research on old lighthouses”.        

He said. “Lighthouses were always an interesting subject for antique dealers, as there are many people that collect just about anything to do with them”.

He also said, “People just loved lighthouses, because their history goes back to the original colonies”.

“When America was first colonized, ships coming to the colonies from Europe often hit rocks on the U.S. coastline and they sank”.

The dealer said that while his friend was studying the blueprints of the lighthouses in the Library of Congress, he noticed  that they all had the platinum lightning rods.

“He knew that at the time, platinum was worth about $400.00 per ounce. So his friend became very excited, and he made a list of all the lighthouses on the east coast that the government had used platinum lightning rods on”.

“He also found that in 1959 the government had started hiring contractors to renovate the light houses,so he went to the first lighthouse on the list, which was in in Maine”.

“His intention was to steal the platinum lightening rods and sell them, but he was too late”.

“The contractor had already removed it and replaced it with a copper lightning rod”.

“The antique dealer panicked and over the next few weeks he drove to every single lighthouse along the East Coast of the United States, but he found that the contractor had beaten him to the punch and already replaced the platinum lightning rods with copper on every single one”.

“Eventually by 1965 he found one lighthouse in upstate Florida that had not been renovated”.

“So in the evening, he broke the door lock, climbed up the steps, and removed an eighteen pound solid platinum lightning rod”.

“For awhile he kept the platinum lightning rod, which had over the years been painted many times, in his living room and that’s where the antique dealer telling me the story had seen it”.

Now if that rod weighed eighteen lbs. that meant it was worth over $100,000.00 in scrap.

Back in 1965 there was no internet or Google, so discovering that pure platinum was used for lightning rods was quite a stroke of luck on the part of that antique dealer.

I recently read on the internet that there are many government statues, as well as monuments and buildings that still might have their original platinum lightning rods on them.

There is the Statue of Freedom” atop the Capitol building for one, and there is also the Washington monument, and both located in Washington DC.

There are probably many more platinum lightning rods all over America, just waiting to be removed  by someone and sold for scrap.

           

The Miami Beach Dog Track Story

                                      The Miami Beach Dog Track Story                                                                                   

                                                                1965

                                              A true story that no one believes

                                     Written 2010 Re-written 04/12/2016 unedited

                                                          Howard Yasgar

      Over the years, I have told this true story to many people, and still no one believes me.

      Even I,  have found the story hard to believe, but I assure you it’s a true story.

      In November of 1963, I had just gotten married in Connecticut, and my wife and I came

      to Miami so I could run an auto wrecking business for my good friend Lou Gladstein.

      Lou and his wife had made a strong case for me to move to Florida. They gave me a 1959 Plymouth to use to make the trip and they said it would be just like a honeymoon for us.

      So in December of 1963, my wife and I drove all the way down to Miami from New Haven Connecticut.

      It wasn’t long before I found that my friend Lou’s former manager had embezzled so much money from the business that it would be impossible to make a go of it.

      So I suggested that the best move for Lou, was to close the place down

      Lou did just that, and my wife and I decided to stay in Florida rather than return to Connecticut.   

      By 1965, We could see South Miami Beach had started changing dramatically, there was a lot of new construction going on.

     We thought it certainly was a very interesting for us to watch all the changes.

     In 1965 tourism was in high gear, and companies like “Tower Air” were bringing in European tourists for four days and three nights for only $450.00 dollars per person, and that  included the airfare from Europe.

     One day, as we were showing off Miami Beach to some newly visiting friends, and we noticed that all the former vacant land at the tip of South Beach was now being developed.

    We assumed that there was going to be another big hotel built there. But to our surprise there was a sign that said there was going to be a South Beach dog track, complete with a large parking Garage.   

    We already knew that there were several other dog tracks already in South Florida, but we had never been to any of them.

     So by late 1965, we read that the new South Beach Dog Track had been completed and we were excited to go there and see it.

     When we got to South Beach we noticed that everything had changed

     We parked in the new dog track garage, and just followed the people into the well lit entrance of the huge track.

     Right in the middle of the entrance walkway there was a podium set up with a fellow selling racing programs for fifty cents each, so I bought one.

     Inside the giant stadium, my wife and I went upstairs and sat down in the last row of seats where we had an excellent view of the entire race track below us.

     About fifty feet behind us was a row of ticket windows where you could place a bet.

     Once we were seated I opened the racing program to study it.

     It certainly was a mystery to me, as I had no idea of what I was looking at, and neither did my wife.

    The race program looked complicated, so we both did our best to study it.

    We could clearly see that there was going to be ten races that evening.

    We also saw that there were numbers that were corresponding to each dog that was going to be in each race.

    Then we saw there was a lot of information regarding each dog that was running that evening.

    Well, I have to admit we didn’t understand any of it, so I looked behind us, to where the ticket

windows were to see if there was some one I could ask how to bet.

     It was a Thursday evening, and there were not too many people there, and the first few ticket windows were empty.

     So I got up and walked over to the ticket windows.

     At the second window, there was a fellow standing there doing nothing, so I asked him to tell me how to read this racing program.

    The ticket seller, a young man about thirty years old appeared to be a friendly enough guy, and he took my program and tried explaining everything to me.

    Finally he said that I should just look at the bottom of each page. That was where the professional handicappers already picked who they thought were going to win each race.

    He said all you have to do was bet on the dogs that the handicapper’s already picked for you.

    OK, that appeared to be easy enough to do.

    It appeared that these handicappers told you which dogs they thought would win, place or show. I thought that was pretty simple, so I went back to my seat and told my wife all about all my new found knowledge regarding the dog track betting procedure.

    So, now that we were well instructed regarding dog racing, it was time for the first race, and I saw that the three handicappers had all picked dog number three.

    So I went back up to the ticket seller in he second window and I played one dollar on dog number three to show.

    In those days the tickets were not computerized.

    Well, the ticket seller was right, and the system worked perfectly, our dog number three came in, and I went back up and collected our winnings.

    Our winnings was one dollar and thirty cents. I had made a thirty cent profit.

    On race number two, I did the same thing, we looked at who the handicapper’s picked and I bet one dollar on the dog the handicappers recommend and this time we won one dollar fifty cents, making a fifty cent profit.

    It wasn’t much profit but we were amazed at how easy winning at dog racing was, we had

already won eighty cents.

    But then I got to thinking, if we bought two hot dogs, and two beers, the cost of the food was going to be way more than we had won.

    I looked around, there still were not a lot of people at the track, so I got up and walked back up to the same ticket seller.

    But this time I had to wait to talk to him, he was engaged in what was obviously an important whispering conversation with someone that had just walked in from a side door.

    After a few seconds he saw me standing there looking at him and he came over to me.

    I told him that betting on a dog to show was fun, but we didn’t win much money.

    He agreed, and said that to make more money we had to play more money.

    He then pointed to dog number seven on the program and he said for me to play him to win the next race, which happened to be race number three.

    I saw that two of the handicappers had also picked dog number seven.

    I did exactly what he said, and then I went to sit with my wife and watch the race.

    While sitting there I told my wife everything the ticket seller had said, about how we could  win more money.

    My wife looked at me very skeptically, and she said “Why would a ticket seller tell me who was going to win,” I had no idea.

    Well you know how wives are, they always think like that.

    We watched the race, and dog number seven won, and our winnings was five dollars.

    Boy I was really excited now as we had played three races and won all three of them.

    So, just like before when it was time for the fourth race, I again walked up to the teller window.

    This time he smiled broadly, when I gave him my winning ticket to cash.

    He paid me my five dollars.

    I showed him my program for race number five and he told me again what dog to play.

    I did exactly as he said, and this time I won twelve dollars.

    It appeared that winning at dog racing was going to be an easy thing to do, all I had to do was ask the ticket seller who to play.

    The ticket seller would tell me which dog was going to win. it was as simple as that.

    So now when race number six came up, I again walked up to the window and asked the ticket seller what dog to play.

    He looked around to see if anyone was looking or listening to us and he said that I was to take two dollars from my previous winnings, and place it in a wooden brochure rack that was attached to the wall about three feet to the left of his window.

    I looked to my left and saw the rack he was talking about.

    He then said, I was to take out one of the papers from the rack and fold it in half with my two dollars inside it, and then replace it back in the rack.

    Well, I didn’t like this one bit.

    I didn’t know if he was serious or joking, and I certainly didn’t like giving any of my money  away, but hen I relented and did exactly as he said.

    He was watching me,  and again he told me what number dog to play in race number six.

    I went back to my seat and told my wife all about what was going on.

    She asked me if what we did was legal?  

    I admit I didn’t know what to make of it. So we just sat there and watched the sixth race.

    Again, as usual we won, but this time we had won twenty four dollars.

    Now I was getting really nervous, the ticket seller now said I had to put six dollars of my winnings money in the rack.

    That’s when I started to get real scared, I wondered if someone was watching us.

    I wondered if what I was doing, really was illegal.

    My mind was running wild with all sorts of thoughts, perhaps it was some kind of a sting,

and my wife and I were going to be arrested, or were we on “Candid Camera”.

    But anyway, I did what he said, and put the six dollars in the wooden rack.

    But this time I had to ask the guy how the hell he knew who was going to win all the time.

    He simply said it was the dog handlers that told him everything, and they were all getting a share of my winnings.

    As I talked with him, I saw my wife was now watching me.

    That’s when the ticket seller gave me the winning dog number for race number seven.

    By the time the seventh race went off, I was really sweating.

    I just knew that whatever was going on had to be illegal.

    When the race was over we had won thirty six dollars, my wife and I couldn’t believe it. We could either become rich doing this, or we could possibly go to jail.

    Both my wife and I were so nervous, that we got up, and walked over to a different ticket  window, where I cashed in our thirty six dollar winning ticket, then we both walked out of the South Beach dog track as fast as we could, and we never went back.  

    For several years I often wondered how that ticket seller did what he did, and how did he really know who was going to win?

    If he was betting for himself, he could become a millionaire.

    Whenever I told the story to anyone, they said I was crazy, they said no one could possibly have the information as to which dogs will win each race.

    I agreed, but it had really happened to me.

    That’s when another strange thing happened.

    Where we were living we had a neighbor up the street that  was a bologna salesman. I watched every morning as he transferred gas from his company car into his wife’s car.

    One day he asked me if I would go with him to Flagler Dog Track.

    He told me that he and his wife, were like avid dog race gamblers.

    He said his wife wasn’t feeling well and he wanted to know if I would go to the Flagler dog track with him. He said that if I went with him he would show me how to bet, so I agreed to go with him.

    On our way to the Flagler dog track, I told him the story of my experience at the South Beach Dog Track.

    Like everyone else, he said my experience there was impossible to have happened, so I just shut up and didn’t say any more.

    My neighbor said that the only way to win at dog racing was by studying each dog’s history, their weight, their medications, etc.

    He said he would show me how it was done.

    We arrived at the Flagler Dog Track, and I was very surprised to find it was very crowded, there were so many people it was even hard for us to find good seats.

    Finally when we found seats, I tried my best to place my bets by looking to see which dogs seemed the liveliest.

    And I also looked at the program to see who the handicappers picked just like I had done at the South Beach dog track.

    Well, I won only one race out of the first four.

    My neighbor, thought I was doing everything wrong, but I think he was irritated because he also had only won one race.

    When it was time for the fifth race, I was standing in a long line of people waiting to bet.

    The line was moving very slow and I was becoming concerned that I would not reach the ticket seller before the next race had already started.

    I had picked a three dog combination, No.3, No.5, and No.7

    Just as my turn came up to place my bet, I saw a woman walking quickly behind the ticket seller and I heard her whisper the numbers two, four and five into the ticket seller’s ear.

    I immediately changed my bet to two, four and five.

    When I went back to my seat, I told my neighbor what had just happened.

    He looked at me like I was a lunatic, he said that he had never heard of such a ridiculous thing in his whole life.

    When the race was over the winners were number two, number four and number five, exactly as I had played them, and I had won thirty five dollars.

    I saw that my neighbor had lost again.

    After I collected my winnings, he wanted to go home to see how his wife was, and he never asked me to go to the track with him again.

    Over the next several years, I have told this story to many people, but no one believes it.

    The dog track at South Beach is no longer there, it was torn down several years ago and a condominium is there now,

    Every single word of “The Miami Beach Dog Track Story” is true, and exactly as it happened in 1965, and my wife was a witness.

         

         

The Executive Bay Club Story

                                  

                                                The Executive Bay Club Story

                                                                    1984

                         

                          Written Oct 2, 2011, and rewritten 04/13/2016 unedited

      

                                                             Howard Yasgar

      This short story was written to record the history of a Condominium townhouse no T6, located at the Executive Bay Club at Islamorada in the Florida Keys.

      Besides from the history aspect there were several humorous incidences that I have written about, although they were not humorous at the time they happened. The story also touches on a delicate subject regarding some very illegal activities practiced by a very unscrupulous real estate company that we had the misfortune of using in the Florida Keys.

     Everything that happened took place once we purchased Unit T6 at the Executive Bay Club located at mile marker 87.5 on the Overseas Highway. The actual address of Executive Bay Club is 87200 Overseas Highway, and unit T6 is a lovely two bedroom one and a half bath townhouse Condo with a spiral staircase that leads to the second floor.

     Our involvement began in 1984, but the original 200 unit development had been started sometimes back in the late 1970’s and into the early 1980’s, and they went bankrupt, much like most condo projects do in the Keys. The bankruptcy left all the units unfinished, with the steel spiral staircases all piled up on the next door lot, all being exposed to the weather for several years. Eventually the project was taken over by another developer and completed. The new developer changed the design of the units, slightly and instead of a second floor rear balcony, the master bedroom was enlarged, almost making it big enough to play basketball in. The original spiral staircases were salvaged, sandblasted, painted and then installed and they looked pretty good.

      In 1983, Unit T6 was purchased by a friend of ours named Joel Friedman. Joel was a business acquaintance of ours as well as a friend. Joel had told us he was dabbling in buying and selling real estate, and because I had very little real estate experience myself, I enjoyed listening to Joel tell me about the various real estate deals and the projects he was involved in. So somewhere along the line Joel mentioned something about his purchasing a two bedroom, 1-1/2 bath townhouse condo unit at Executive Bay Club in the Keys. He said he was upgrading the unit with nicer tile on the first floor and he was having the exposed beam ceilings on the second floor painted antique gray, and also his wife Marla had ordered a coconut palm tree to be planted in front of the unit.

     In 1984, my partner Don and I were told by our accountant that we needed to develop some business tax shelters. He suggested that we should buy some real estate that we could use for the business. He said real estate could also be used as an investment and when it was used by our business we could deduct some of it as a business expense.

     We gave it some thought and it sounded like it could be a smart move, especially if we could buy a property that we could both enjoy, and we could use it to entertain our customers. Thus we discussed it with the only person that we knew at the time who was involved in real estate, it was our friend and customer Joel Friedman.

     We told Joel that we were interested in possibly buying a business related vacation home somewhere, but we had not as yet decided what or where to buy, we wanted a place where we could entertain our out of town customers when they came to Miami, and did he have any ideas.

     I mentioned to Joel that I personally was interested in the Florida Key's, because I liked the tropical laid back atmosphere there, and I also liked to go boating and the Florida Keys was considered the fishing capital of the world. But my partner Don, who didn’t boat or fish preferred Marco Island on the West Coast of the state, he liked Marco Island as he thought it was more sophisticated.

     Shortly after our speaking to him, Joel came over to see us, and he said that he had a bit of a problem, but his problem could help us. Joel said he had purchased two new Condo units in a high rise building being built in downtown Miami. He had purchased the units at cheap pre construction prices. That meant the units had not been built yet, but he had put a hefty deposit down for the two units, one unit had an ocean view and the other was a corner unit with a partial ocean view, he said both were outstanding units. However, about a week ago he had been notified that the developer had gone bankrupt and the building was in foreclosure. Then he said, he was again notified that the entire project had been purchased by the prestigious “Miami Jockey Club”, and the value of his two units had now doubled. However they informed him that if he wanted to keep the two units he was going to have to deal with the Jockey Club, and come up with a lot more money, and he needed to do it right now. So Joel said he was in the process of liquidating some other properties that he owned, including the townhouse condo he owned at Executive Bay Club in the Keys. So Joel proposed to us, that we buy his unit at Executive Bay Club in the Florida Keys. He said we could buy it at his cost. I assumed that meant what he had paid for it. After all, we would be doing him a favor, he needed money fast and we would be helping him out. My partner Don, and I, both thought that as Joel was a fairly good friend, and he wouldn't take advantage of us. Turns out we were a little naïve in that respect. But as we were ready to invest our money anyway, so we told Joel that it sounded like a good idea.

     As it happens, Joel's real estate Attorney was Roy Lustig, who was our attorney as well, so we told Joel to have the Roy draw up the papers and we would purchase the unit from him, Joel said his cost was $87,000.00.

     We found out later that Joel had paid $64,000.00 for the unit, and even with the upgrades he had done, his costs were nowhere near the $87,000.00 he charged us. Anyway, for us it was still a good investment for our company, so we went through with the purchase of the unit at Executive Bay Club anyway.

      For us, it was all very exciting as we had never even seen what the place looked like, so after the closing, Don and I drove down to the Keys to see what we had bought. When we saw it, we felt it was a perfect place to bring our customers.

     The location of unit T6 was right in the center of the Executive Bay complex with parking in front, and extra parking spaces available across the way. It was just a short walk of a few hundred yards down to the beautiful swimming pool and club house. There was even a nice man-made beach and roped in area for salt water swimming and there was a beautiful long T shaped wooden dock used for tying up the residents boats, as well as for fishing.

    Once we purchased the unit, my fiancée Katherine was anxious to get to furnish and use the place. So on a Saturday afternoon we packed our bags in Miami and drove the 72 miles down U.S. 1 to Executive Bay Club. It was Katherine’s first time ever seeing the place.

     Now at the time, Katherine and I had a dog at home, he was a 35 pound, well mannered, Schnauzer-Poodle mix, named Sammy. Thus, when we arrived at Executive Bay Club, we met our new neighbors, who just happened to sit on the condominium board of directors. So we asked him if pets were allowed on the property, and he said yes, he was sure the charter of Executive Bay allowed both cats and dogs. So we planned on bringing our little Sammy with us the next time we came.

     The first few weekends we went, we hadn’t as yet ordered a bed or any furniture, so we brought sheets and blankets and planned on sleeping on the carpeted bedroom floor. On Sunday morning we awoke in the upstairs bedroom to hear the front door unlocking downstairs. Then we heard voices and we really got concerned. So I quickly pulled on my pants and went down the spiral stairs, and there I met Mr. Kay the property manager, he was with two people that looked like tourists in tow. “Who are you”, Mr. Kay said, I’m the owner I said, and with that, he apologized and left with the people. Several months later we heard that Mr. Kay had been fired for renting out units that were owned by people living out of town. Appears that he was renting several units without the owner’s permission. What his intentions were in entering our unit we will never know.

    Over the next few months Katherine and I had a lot of fun furnishing the condo, we bought a waterbed and dresser for the master bedroom from Waterbed City in Miami. At the time waterbeds were supposed to be the “In thing” to buy. But I don’t think we ever got a good night’s rest on it. Getting the furniture up to the second floor was quite a trick, the railing on the front balcony of the guest bedroom opened up and the furniture was handed up from the ground onto the small balcony, then into the glass sliding doors and down the hall to the master bedroom. Luckily there was a group of young, and husky tourists around to help us. Then for the guest room we found a discontinued round bed in Miami and bought it. We always got a good night’s sleep on that bed.

     Setting up the condo was all a new adventure for us, I was driving a yellow 1978 Corvette so it  really must have looked strange when we drove up with furniture items sticking out from the roof,  It was fun, and I don’t know how we ever got some of the items into that Corvette.

     Each Unit at Executive Bay Club had a four foot wide by 8 foot tall window above the front entrance door. Most of the condo residents put up something nautical on display in the window, but not us. We had bought a four foot tall gorilla eating a banana, so I built a wood swing for him hanging from the ceiling, and sat him on it, and with a little push he would swing back and forth.

     One evening at about eleven, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, there stood the Executive Bay security guard. He asked, “Do you have a dog on the premises,” Our doggie Sammy was standing there right next to me, so I said yes I do, and he sternly replied, “You will all have to leave here immediately with the dog.”  I said, are you crazy, dogs are allowed here. “Not any more he said, the rules have been changed and you must leave immediately. I contemplated all my options, then I slammed the door shut in his face. But his message was clear, so the next morning we left for Miami with our dog Sammy. The next time we returned to Executive Bay, as we passed by the security

Guard’s office, I noticed a note hanging on the guard’s office wall. WATCH OUT, YELLOW CORVETTE UNIT T6 HAS DOG, we were now infamous.

     That afternoon I mentioned to a next door neighbor that we should both attend a board meeting of the condo association being held that day, and we should propose that they change the doggie rule. The neighbor agreed, he said he had two Doberman Pinchers he wanted to bring down. That’s all I needed was two Doberman’s barking next door to us, so I didn’t go to the board meeting. Instead I went to the hardware store and bought a sign “Beware of Dog”, and I put it in our window. That sign gave me great satisfaction.  

     Unfortunately, my partner Don, and his wife Linda never took a liking to the Executive Bay Club, or to the Keys, he still preferred Marco Island, where he continued to go. So in 1991 we decided that we should sell the unit, and use the proceeds in our business.

     In November of 1991 we contacted a local well known husband and wife real estate team in the keys, and we listed the house for sale at $97.000.00, which was just below the market value. We also placed an ad in a local newspaper to sell the furniture separately, we were hoping we could sell the furniture before selling the house. Within a week we were contacted by the real estate agent with a low ball offer of $50,000.00 for the unit, and we informed them that we were not interested. I suspected that it might be the real estate agent themselves making the offer. Then at the time we informed them that we were running an ad in the local papers, to sell the furniture. After my conversation with the real estate agent, I had a bad feeling, something funny was going on, I thought that the agent was pushing too hard for us to sell the unit for too little money. In December of 1991, we closed our company down for our usual two weeks Christmas vacation, just as we did every year. Katherine and I always used this opportunity to travel overseas, to see some of our suppliers. When we returned on Jan 2nd, there was a letter from the real estate agents waiting for us. The letter stated that as we had not replied to their offer made over the Christmas holidays, and consequently they had lost the sale for the unit, and they intended to sue us for $3,600.00 as a lost sales commission. We had never heard of such a crazy thing before, as we had clearly told the real estate agents that the offer was too low and we wouldn’t consider it. We had also told them we were going to be overseas for two weeks in December. So I called them up to remind them of that previous conversations. They replied that nothing was written on paper, and they intended to sue. I had no idea as to what to say as I had never heard anything so ridiculous in my life. I then received confirmation from them by mail, that they were bringing a law suit. With the letter in my hand, I then proceeded to get the phone number for the “Board of Professional Regulation” that’s the Florida office that is supposed to oversee and protect people from crooked real estate agents. I thought they would handle this problem for us easily. Eventually I reached a secretary, and she said that said I couldn’t speak to the politically appointed head of the agency. I suspected the head of the office probably was never there. The secretary was very pleasant and she said, I should put my complaint in writing, and send it to them. They would do a thorough investigation immediately, so I sent them all the information, along with copies of all the letters, and I waited 30 days. Then as I heard nothing from the agency, I called them again, and the secretary said that a thorough investigation had been done and the real estate agents were within their rights. I asked how an investigation could have been done as I had never been contacted by an investigator or anyone. She didn’t answer me, and I then realized that the “Board of Professional Regulation” was just a joke. No investigation had ever been done, and I was just making a fool out of myself talking to her.   

    I contacted our real estate attorney Roy Lustig and turned all the information over to him. The hearing was to be in front of a judge in Islamorada Florida, and Roy had to drive for an hour and a half just to get to the Keys court house to represent us. Once he was at the Keys courthouse, Roy called me on the phone to say that neither the Judge, nor the opposing attorney, had ever shown up, so Roy asked me how long I wanted him to wait as he was charging us by the hour. So I told him to wait two hours more and if no one showed up, he should return to Miami. About an hour later, Roy called to say that the opposing attorney had eventually shown up and said that the judge had already ruled against us. Roy told me that he asked the opposing attorney how they could pull such a sham. The attorneys reply was, you would do the same to me if this were Miami.

     We then learned that the Judge was a Democratic appointee, and the head of the “Board of Professional Regulation” was also a Democratic appointee, and the real estate agents were active with the Democratic Party in Islamorada, and that pretty much said it all.

      We ended up paying the $3600.00 real estate commission, plus our attorney fees. But

The whole situation didn’t sit well with me, I wondered how the real estate agents could be so crooked. So every afternoon, when I had a little free time, I called a different real estate agent in the Keys, trying to find out if what happened to us was common in the Keys. After three or four calls I reached a women real estate agent in Key Largo, and before I even finished asking my question to her, she said she knew all about it. She said the real estate company I had used, did this all the time. They specialized in selling property for out of state people, and they probably sued every one of them. They had a real scam going on. Once they had a listing, they made cheap offers for the properties, and when they were refused they sued the owners for lost commissions. the property owners knew it was cheaper for them to settle rather than fly all the way back to the Keys, hire an attorney and go to court. It appears the real estate agents had quite a scam going.

     We didn’t end up selling the condominium, and because my partner Don and his wife rarely used it, my wife Katherine purchased my partner Don’s share.

      Katherine and I continued using the Condo every weekend to go fishing. We owned a 23 foot Mako center console fishing boat that we stored at the local Purdue Dean Marina. Every weekend we would load up our car with our fishing gear, then we would call the marina and they would put our boat in the water, by the time we stopped at the Marlin gas station for sandwiches, our boat would be ready for us to load up and go fishing.

     Around 1995 the rumor was circulation that Pete Perdue was selling the Marina property and we would no longer be able to keep our boat there. That’s when we decided we needed a house on a canal, where we could keep our boat up on davits. So we started driving up and down every street in the Key Largo, and Islamorada area looking to buy a house on a canal. But after several months of looking, we found all the houses were highly overpriced, and most were in real bad shape, needing lots of repairs. We were ready to give up, as we felt we would never find a decent canal home.

    One day we were shown a new house, by Bill and Betty Hammer, two very nice agents. The home was about 80 percent completed and was on a canal. The builder was a fellow that owned a bar in Miami, and he must have run into financial problems. We made a lower than asking price offer and it was accepted. The seller wasn’t too happy about selling it, but that’s how we bought the house located on 385 South Coconut Palm Blvd in Plantation Key Colony. The house was on a canal that led out to the Gulf of Mexico and it was right next to Tavernier Creek which would take us out to the Ocean if we wanted.

      So when we purchased the home in plantation Key Colony we put the condo at Executive Bay in the hands of a rental agency, and they always found yearly tenants for us. When the rental agency eventually closed, Katherine started using a real estate women who came highly recommended. The normal procedure was the agent would find a potential tenant and advise us. If we approved of them, they would then submit an application to the condo association for their approval.   

      In 2004, our unit at Executive bay was unoccupied, which gave us the opportunity to paint and clean up the place, so one afternoon Katherine and I came to the unit with all the supplies to  finish cleaning it up. We had had just painted the walls and installed new plastic levolors on the front and rear glass sliding doors.

      So we were kind of surprised to find a U-Haul trailer parked in front of unit T6, with people unloading furniture into the town house. As I stood there, a tall lanky fellow with a very dark complexion came around the U-Haul with his hand outstretched, so I asked him who he was. He said his name was Mohammed and he was with the U.S. Olympic swimming team. Katherine and I were sort of taken by surprise as we hadn’t been contacted by the real estate agent nor had we authorized anyone to occupy the unit.

      Katherine immediately contacted the real estate agent and she apologized and said that it was sort of an emergency. It appears that the U.S, Olympic swimming team, were going to be training in the regulation sized Olympic swimming pool at our local “Founders Park” in Islamorada. So, all the members of the swimming team, and their families, came to Islamorada only to find out there were no rooms available for them to stay. The money for the rent was supposedly being supplied to Mohammed by the U.S. Olympic Commission. But we never really knew where Mohammed was getting the money for the rent. It appeared that everyone in Islamorada was so excited to have the Olympic swimmers in their presence, that all normal procedures were simply forgotten.

     The real estate agent assured us that everything was in order and she would get the proper approval papers from the Condo association.

     We didn’t like it a bit, but it was the U.S. Olympic swimming team, and we felt we should help out. So we didn’t push the issue to check this guy Mohammed out. Mohammed, told us he was Arabic, and from Detroit. He then introduced us to his pretty blond American wife and their young baby.  

     Everything went well for a couple of months, then the first problem appeared. When the maintenance people patched a concrete walk-way in front of the town house.     Mohammed wrote lots of Arabic words into the wet concrete. When we saw what they had done, we were very disturbed, and so was the manager of Executive Bay Club. The next problem was that the rent stopped coming in, that’s when Katherine and I went to the condo. The unit was abandoned, the lights were not working, and there was lots of junky furniture left everywhere.  Most of the freshly painted walls had wax crayon scribbling on them, and there were round holes in the new levolors we had just installed. The electricity had been shut off for over a month, while Mohammed and his family were still living there. It appeared Mohammed and his wife had just suddenly left town without telling anyone. Katherine called their residence in Detroit to find out about getting our plastic access cards back, and when she spoke to Mohammed’s wife, Katherine asked her why they had let their child write on all the walls, and why they had made holes in the levolors. Katherine said that was no way to treat someone’s property. Mohammed’s wife said that Katherine’s questions were derogatory, however she did return the plastic access card and we never heard anything about them again. I still don’t know how anyone can puncture round holes in thick plastic levolors. To this day, I have tried to make round holes in levolors and unable to do it. Where had I heard the story of Arab Nomads folding up their tents and stealing off into the night?

     As of this writing in 2016, Unit T6 at Executive Bay Club is rented.