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Of the many things I’m proud of as a Summit Sotheby’s International Realty agent, one is my affiliation with the storied auction house of Sotheby’s. Their auction items are fascinating, from fine furniture to vintage cars to antique manuscripts and drawings. In next month’s English Literature, History, Science, Children’s Books and Illustrations auction, among other amazing offerings they are presenting a carefully curated collection of illustrations for the world of Winnie the Pooh:

I finally experienced the Summit Bike Share program, which has sat literally across the street from my office for months. The key here is that they’re not just bikes. They’re e-bikes. Bicycles with electric pedal assist (“Pedelec”). What this means is that when you’re moving up hills or across tougher terrain, the bike itself kicks in and moves you along. You still have to pedal, but it’s not really any work at all. Which opens up a world of opportunity for those of us with good intentions but more taco chips than gym reps.

Sometimes it takes driving past a store a hundred times to wonder what they do in there. Sometimes it takes a sign saying “fresh stroopwafels.” And sometimes it takes a big-ass windmill on the roof. CLICK TO READ MORE >>

I got trapped in a cliche this weekend. Imagine, stumbling on a little hidden wooded oasis in the middle of a vibrant gentrified social center. Even the name is earnestly unironic: Hidden Hollow. IT'S TOTALLY HIDDEN IT'S A HIDDEN HOLLOW I KNOWWWWW CLICK HERE TO READ MORE >>

As we get closer to 2017 we are getting closer to official information about the new condominiums slated for construction as part of the Goldener Hirsch Inn expansion in Silver Lake at Deer Valley Resort. It's been months of discussions about density and commercial square footage and codes and master plans.

The Halloween party/dog parade in Park City, Utah is amaaaaazing. Presuming you’re not so dim as to choose a racist costume or to go running around terrorizing people with a chainsaw (“This is Miami, he has a gun”) there is nothing not to love about Halloween. The weather is usually beautiful, the last of the leaves are about to fall, and everything is properly autumn. Soups because we’ve waited all winter. I made beef stew Saturday and pot roast yesterday and there’s not a meat in my fridge I won’t hesitate to braise because it’s finally cold overnight. We’re wearing sweaters again! Of course we have to take them off by noon but no one cares because there is a Tim Burton movie to watch when we get home.

Beware: When I show you this house you will fall in love with it, buy it, and then we'll hold the inaugural Joinery Enthusiasts Anonymous meeting. I'll bring cupcakes. If you’ve ever watched Barnwood Builders you get the drift; somebody acquires an ancient barn or log home, they deconstruct it, then re-construct it either into the same shape structure or a modified structure. But the point is to save a building that has been let go far too long. It’s a beautiful way to repurpose what might be a condemned structure, and in a beautiful house in Park City, Utah, that's exactly what's happened. The story continues: apparently the dramatic timbers are from an Essex grain barn, built in the 17th Century. And they are MAGNIFICENT.

I can’t remember the first time I heard about kolaches, but I do remember first making them myself maybe 5 or 6 years ago off an archived newspaper recipe. A kolache is a beautiful little baked pastry with choose-your-own filling. They’re labor-intensive and taste best hot out of the oven, which puts them in the same category as donuts and cinnamon buns: learn to make them, appreciate them, and then pay a professional baker to make them for you.

I am a real estate agent which means I take 7,000 phone calls a day. Scrolling through my Recents is enough to give my thumb a cramp. I also drive, walk, type and text every minute I'm awake, I can't spend my life with one hand holding my phone on my ear. My elbow would rot and fall off. I also CANNOT suffer having a earpiece sitting in my ear. It's been a personal problem since they came out and I know people love them and if you have one and love it then terrific. Every time I've worn one the urge to punch myself in the face is overwhelming. Thank goodness a colleague introduced me to the around-the-neck headset.

As a human I’m qualified to point out something ridiculous we do: get terribly worked up waiting for something to happen. Sure, using tools was a great achievement, and mourning the dead was another big day, but at some point we went straight off the rails and let ourselves invent fantasies about what might, what is, and what has happened. I just don’t see a cheetah pacing around muttering about how that stupid wildebeest must have gotten lost and probably isn’t even fat enough to eat anyways.