AND BOURBON BALLS FOR BREAKFAST

“Jane Idzi, here!” a friendly voice answers her phone. If you call Jane’s office at Keller Williams Elite, you won’t be told to choose from the follow menu; you won’t be told, “Leave your number and I’ll call you back”; you won’t be shuffled from one push button phone option to another. Rather, you will get the real live voice of Jane Idzi herself, a very personal lake who knows what she’s about, sees her clients as real people and likes everybody.

Jane Idzi really truly likes people. No one is a faceless number; no one is thought of as “the two-bedroom client” or the “two and a half bath prospect”. Jane is real; Jane is honest; Jane will find you what you want. “Trust me”, she says in a tough otherwise impossibly situation, and she will pull it off. “Trust me”, she says, and somehow you do, and the real life adventure of finding a place to live spins into reality.

Oh, and something else. It may be close to 9:00 P.M. and Jane is out there still working, working for you and a half a dozen other clients, tirelessly showing houses, satisfying the title company, and taking care of so many details. The phone rings. She told you she’d call and then come by with the final papers. This is the call, and the voice says, “Do you like bourbon balls?” Do I like bourbon balls?” I think two seconds. This is not some silly question. “Sure, I like bourbon balls”, I tell her. “OK, I’m coming”, Jane says. And when you open the door, here she is with Duncan, her lovely sheep dog that looks like a moving back dust mop. Under one arm are the business papers, in the other hand is a silver packet of bourbon balls. I guess you could save them for tomorrow’s lunch dessert; I prefer mine for breakfast.

Betty Bock