Broker's Corner 4.27.15

Staging to Sell Your Home for Top Price!!

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

We have been staging homes for sale for over eight years.  We were staging homes for free when staging wasn't such a hot topic.  We evaluate every house both inside and out and identify what a seller should do to get top dollar! 

This is an example of how we bring in the experts like Mike Iloski of
Brothers Construction to work his magic.  

See the video below to meet Francisco.  He is one of the hard working employees that changes a backyard to improve the sale price! 

Meet Francisco!

Have a great day,  

Ray Shay  

858 449-4970  

 

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The Juggler by Ray Shay

The Juggler  

By Ray Shay 

 

Do you ever find yourself juggling?  There are so many different shapes, sizes and colors, that it is hard to keep track of all the balls.  I can close my eyes and see a rainbow of colors spinning and turning as each area of concern tumbles through the air.

As I sat in our Shay Realtors company car at 4S Ranch Community Park waiting for our youngest son Ryan to complete soccer practice, I thought I was doing pretty well on juggling the responsibilities of life, work and family.

Theresa and I have never missed Ryan's soccer games, but instead of attending his practices, I have been busy answering emails and making phone calls to friends, clients, and colleagues.  I was filling up precious minutes of time with this and that, this and that, and even more and more of this and that. 

In between juggling the balls in the air, I kept thinking about our children as I conducted my frequent checklist of their individual challenges and victories.  I wondered yet again why our youngest son Ryan, seemed to be loosing his interest in soccer.  

It would be such a waste because he was blessed with a magical touch on the ball. It must have been a gift from a higher source and I do not want it to be wasted.  

Perplexed, I set my IPad down on the seat next to me and looked up at the ceiling of my car as I tried to figure out why Ryan's soccer mojo was failing. That was when the thin grey ceiling material on the roof of my car heard me say, "Ray, you are such an idiot."

I realized I had dropped one of the most important, irreplaceable balls in my life.  It had hit the dark pavement and was rolling away from me.  Something I promised myself, I would never let happen. 

Here I was sitting in the parking lot of the sports park listening to National Public Radio working on real estate stuff, while our beautiful ten year old son is only about 100 yards away practicing soccer.  In years past, I was always a fixture at Ryan's older brothers, Raymond and Troy's, soccer practices. I made a point of sitting in my beach chair and chatting on the phone and occasionally answering an email.

Ray and Troy Shay

Those sunny afternoons always reinforced the reason I walked away from the SDPD and a career and friends that I dearly loved.  It was to raise these three young boys. I don't know if dumbass is one or two words, but that is what I felt like. I realized that maybe, Ryan is loosing interest in soccer because he thinks I am loosing interest in him and his favorite sport.

It made me think how much our focus changes from our first child to our third.  I still recall Theresa and I tip-toeing into our oldest son Troy's bedroom when he was only a few weeks old and videotaping him sleeping.  Really?  Videotaping a baby sleeping?   The oohs and ahhs were all his.

The photographs, videos, and extensive birthday celebrations peaked with our first and has been sliding slightly south since.  In the early years we got so busy giving our three boys baths, getting them fed, off to school, and over the years it seems life has just gotten busier.

As luck would have it, two days after my epiphany,  I made a point of attending Ryan's soccer practice.  For the first time in many years, my phone actually was out of power.  I watched his practice in peace and quiet.  It was the same field, where I had previously sat in the parking lot.

With my phone dead, watching him play soccer was amazing. I had a strange urge to drop my cell phone in the trash can next to the parking lot.  I don't think I am alone in those thoughts.  

I could see Ryan struggling against an opponent to gain control of the soccer ball, and pass it off to a teammate.  That is when I saw what any parent can easily recognize.  It is the childish glance or the double take when a child sees a mom or dad watching them. 

Of course, after practice Ryan said he did not need me to watch his practice. "it's not a big deal if you don't watch." It was a big deal to me.  As I tussled his sweaty hair atop his head, I made two commitments to myself.  The first was to hire the best Real Estate Operations Manager we could find to join Shay Realtors and better serve our clients wile taking some of this and that off our plates.  

The second promise was to Ryan and my family that no matter how large our business may grow or not, we will not get caught up with so much of the minutia that our trusted employees can easily handle.  Our children's smiles and being close to them are the most important things in our lives.

To ease my parental guilt, I apologized to Ryan and took him golfing. A sport that I am a true amateur. I explained that dads sometimes makes mistakes, but I will do my best not to be a repeat offender as the other balls can fall to the ground if needed, but I will do my utmost to make sure he, his mom and his brothers continue to remain flying high in the crystal blue air, where they belong.

Enjoy your week,

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Broker's Corner 4.20.15

Crosby Golf Club Files Chapter 11

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

My phone seemed to start ringing within minutes of Crosby Golf Club filing for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy protection. The question was pretty much the same, "What does this mean?" 

I think Crosby Estates is an amazing place to live and if I had a few more zeros in my bank account, I would move there in a 

New York minute.  In today's day and age, people and businesses go in and out of bankruptcy at regular intervals. The sky is not falling. 

Feel blessed you live in such an awesome home development, and let's see how it is figured out by the bankers and investors.

In the meantime, if you want to see one of our amazing listings like the one pictured, give us a call.  You can't see the golf course from it, but you can see some amazing sunsets!  

Ray Shay  

858 449-4970  

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Tactical Medic by Ray Shay

Tactical Medic 

By Ray Shay 

 

With Easter celebration behind us and the conclusion of Lent, I was happy to return to Karl Strauss Brewing Company and enjoy a cold beer with friends, Dan London and Dan Barnett. As we joked and told some slightly embellished stories, I recall thinking the evening couldn't get any better.  

That was until a third friendly face, (also named Dan) appeared and said, "Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you, but my name is Dan King.  I just wanted to say, hi."  

Have you ever met someone you have not seen in many years and your are suddenly showered with vivid bits and pieces of past memories which transports you to another place and time?

Ray and SDFD Captain Dan King

That is what I was feeling when Dan said, "You may not remember me, but you were my SWAT Commanding Officer. We also went through a couple SWAT Academies together at Camp Pendleton."

I broke into a broad smile as I replied, "Dan, how could I ever forget you? We had some great missions together."  Dan immediately laughed as well as he replied, "Yes, we did."

 It's kind of funny when tactical or military personnel describe a critical incident as "good."  It usually means the risks were high, and in the process of arresting or stopping some very evil people, we tested our own skills and teamwork.  We were happy to come out of it in one piece. The closer to the edge, the better the mission.

As we spoke, I kept wondering how Dan did it.  How he volunteered night after night to join us as we responded to armed confrontations.  How does a man run to a possible gunfight and never bring a gun? 

The SDFD Special Trauma and Rescue Paramedics placed all their trust in their fellow SWAT Officers to protect them. If anything they were more of a target as they strained under their backpacks filled with life saving equipment.

I could never do their job. If someone was shooting at me, I would always want the option of returning the favor.

I guess that is what makes Dan King, Perry, Mike and other San Diego Fire Department STAR Paramedics, past and present, very special heroes.    

The inner perimeter of a SWAT tactical operation is one of the most restrictive areas in law enforcement.  Due to the margin of error being so small, and allowing the threat to escape is not an option, even experienced uniformed police officers are removed from the inner perimeter. 

That is the high stress environment where both SWAT Officers and these select San Diego Fire Department personnel operate.  It is common for the STAR personnel to actually be part of the entry or react teams. They are frequently sandwiched between SWAT Tactical officers as they move towards the threat. 

Ray and fellow SWAT Officers escorting out a hostage taker at conclusion of a SWAT mission in Chula Vista. The SDFD STAR Paramedics were present in the operation, but are out of view of the camera.

To every person on the team, the integration of these two elements is still recognized to this day as outstanding. As with most lessons in war or law enforcement, it was developed from past mistakes.

In 1981 two San Diego Police Officers were shot and killed in a driveway in a suburb of San Diego called, Linda Vista.  SDPD Officers Ron Ebeltoft  and Keith Tiffany laid mortally wounded in a driveway for over an hour without medical assistance.
 

(Click here for related story and video on SWAT STAR Paramedics) 

   

That is why tactical operations always include a paramedic element.  To have a highly trained paramedic as part of the tactical operation is essential to the safety of both officers and suspects.

Dan, I don't know if you will ever read this story, but if you do let me assure that by your brave and selfless actions over all those missions, you had an enormous impact on my life.  I would like to "Thank You" for all that you and your fellow SDFD SWAT STAR Paramedics do to safeguard our officers who are in harm's way.

Next time the beer is on me!

Cheers!

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Broker's Corner 4.14.15

Why Do Some Homes Not Sell?

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

In today's healthy market, homes for sale are usually bought up very quickly, but about 5 to 6 percent stay on the market for over six months.  Some of the reasons why these few homes don't sell are outdated kitchens and baths, no 

parking, too many stairs, traffic noise, or homes that were over-improved for the neighborhood they are in. These houses must be priced right in order for them to sell.

After this weekend we have another 3 homes in escrow, so call us if you are thinking of selling your home.  We will be sure to take great care of you!

Ray Shay  

858 449-4970  

 

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Keep Pedaling by Ray Shay

Keep Pedaling 

By Ray Shay

The Golden Gate Bridge Ride

It was an amazing spring day as Theresa, Troy, Ryan and I began riding our rented bicycles on a meandering dirt path on the sun splashed shores of the Pacific Ocean near the Golden Gate Bridge.

Instead of relaxing and fully enjoying the quiet moments in San Francisco, I made some of my trademark mistakes.  It usually starts with me being overly vigilant about the people around us and then I add to it my habit of reflecting on the past, evaluating the present day, and trying to predict our futures. 

When all that is rolled together there really is not much time to, "chill" as our children so often promote.

As we rode past the cable car station at Fisherman's Wharf, I saw the long line of passengers waiting to board.  My mind quickly drifted back to almost eighteen years ago, when an alert street musician saw me discreetly kneel down as I removed a Costco diamond ring from my faded Levi's jeans pocket.

On that windswept and frigid evening Theresa and I suddenly heard the musician unabashedly announce over his very loud and waterproof speaker system, "ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention?  I think we just had a marriage proposal!  This is awesome for my show!!"

I slipped the musician a few bucks, just so he would stop talking about us. I was still shell shocked as I realized I had just tossed the marriage dice for the second time. Something I never thought would happen.  Looking back, it was the best decision I ever made in my life.   

As we approached the entrance to the famous Golden Gate Bridge, I began to dwell on our oldest son Troy turning sixteen in just a few days.

I recalled a good friend of ours told us the day her oldest son turned sixteen years old, she just stood in the shower and cried. As hard as she tried, she could not stop the tears. I think we all look back in time and sometimes struggle on where we should focus.

Ryan - Future  CEO of GOOGLE!

The thought of her tears were in my mind as I followed our ten year old son Ryan as he kept pushing each alternating peddle down immediately after each other. I hollered for him to look back at me. He declined. He had places to go.

I then started laughing as I watched his little ten year old legs and body alternating movements as he sped forward. The more I teased him to look back, the faster he would pedal.

If I only had a Glacier Ray Gun (GRG) at that moment, I know I would have frozen him and and our entire family in that moment in time.  Oh yeah, our third son Raymond would have to be frozen too, but he was in New York City and out of range.

I don't think wanting to stop time is unusual, but pressing forward is something to be valued. Take a minute and look around at people you know and you can pick the "peddlers" right out. They might take a break and coast for a minute, but then they get right back at it.  

Jimmy and Ryan

Some "peddlers" amaze me.  They fight through adversity every single day of their lives. Quitting is not part of their lexicon. I just want to be more like them.

Here is a photo of two of my favorite, "Peddlers."  Only about seventy years separate them.  "Jimmy" is Ryan's grandfather, who grew up in deep poverty in China.

Jimmy is so full of life and he has never stopped moving forward. 

Why are more "peddlers" immigrants?  I think they realize the untapped opportunities that America offers.

Jimmy turns eighty years old this year and he recently opened an amazing Chinese Restaurant at the southwest corner of Mira Mesa Blvd and Black Mountain Road.  It is called Quality Taste Hot Pot!

If you stop and see Jimmy be sure to tell him you read about him in the Community Hub eWeekly. Tell him you heard he is a "peddler." I'm sure you will hear his amazing laugh.

Have great week!

 

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Broker's Corner 4.7.15

The Housing Market Is At Its Best Since 2001

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

In a housing market analysis released last week, Nationwide Economics indicated that that the housing market is the "healthiest" it's been in the past 14 years. 

 

According to the Leading Index of Healthy Housing Markets ratings, there is little reason to expect a down-turn in the market anytime soon.  The ratings focus on the market as a whole, and include employment, the mortgage market, and the price growth of homes. 

Right now is a great time to buy and sell. If you know anyone who is looking for a home or thinking of selling their's give us a call.  We will take great care of them!

Ray Shay  

858 449-4970  

 

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Broker's Corner 3.31.15

Standard Pacific - Avondale Homes 

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

 

I admit it.  I have a problem.  I like looking at new homes where there is an open feeling combined with indoor/outdoor living. 

  
Standard Pacific's latest offering, Avondale, succeeds in both areas.  We enjoyed walking through the new model homes located just south of the award winning Del Norte High School. 

They have great floor plans to meet a variety of needs.  Click here for the recent price list.

If you want to look at these homes on line and check out the floor plans, click here. 

If you're thinking of moving up or down, be sure to give us a call and learn more about our special programs to help you to make the most of the experience!

Ray Shay  

858 449-4970  

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Whisper by Ray Shay

Whisper   
By Ray Shay   

  

Recently, after finishing Chelsea's Run in Balboa Park our family walked over to Jimmy Carter's Mexican Restaurant at Fifth and Palm Ave.  As we approached the restaurant, I saw a mentally disturbed man wandering in the middle of the parking lot of the 7-11 store across the street.  

He abruptly pulled off his jacket and threw it to the ground before yelling obscenities at his invisible demons.  It was not long before SDPD arrived and placed the man into custody. While the man sat handcuffed in the rear seat of the police car, I talked with one of the young officers. 

The officer said one of their biggest issues lately, are people ingesting methamphetamine from Mexico which is laced with some unknown chemicals.  It results in persons exhibiting symptoms similar to PCP abuse.    

As he spoke, I recalled the dangers of PCP.  I then thought of SDPD Officer Mike Anaya who was only on the force for about nine months, when a PCP suspect overpowered him and killed him with his own duty weapon. 

Officer Michael Anaya (Click here to read his story)

PCP (phencyclidine) or "Angel Dust" as they call it, is a powerful sedative which was originally used to tranquilize elephants.  When I was on patrol in the cheaper areas of this city, the drug was frequently referred to as, "poor man's cocaine."  

I sometimes testified in San Diego Municipal Court as an expert on PCP abuse.  It only meant I knew slightly more than an average citizen and I had documented experience and specialized training in this hallucinogenic drug.  

Before gathering our family to head home, I cautioned the police officers to be safe. A common departing comment between cops, even a retired one and the next generation of law enforcement officers.  A friendly reminder that each moment they are wearing a badge, they are a target.

As I drove down I-163 to Mission Valley, I thought back to my countless encounters of people under the influence of PCP.  I then found myself squeezing the steering wheel as I thought to myself, I should have told those young officers to whisper.  It could save their lives. 

 

With most police critical incidents, you learn that either you or the violent suspect is in charge. That is why when guns are drawn or tempers flair, officers take command by saying, "San Diego Police," in a loud, authoritative voice.  New officers are reminded to practice this skill so they can take command of situations quickly.  

We also learned through experience, it was often best to slide to the other end of the spectrum and coax suspects into custody if they were under the influence of PCP.  You want to step into their often hallucinogenic episode softly and quietly. Every officer in the early 1980's learned to roll up to 11550 (b) scenes with no siren or emergency lights flashing and definitely never to screech their tires when stopping.

A sudden loud noise, quick move or lack of patience could result in the person suddenly turning violent. Since they feel no pain, seem to have super human strength and are likely hallucinating, the only thing that could stop them was sheer body weight. It would result in the proverbial "dog pile" while you try to gain control and apply handcuffs.  The entire time you keep one arm across your holster, securing your duty weapon to prevent the situation from turning deadly.  

Our sons still ask me to tell the story of the man on the roof.  It was just after shift change, about four in the afternoon when the radio call came out at 2800 Logan Avenue.  The reporting party said a large man who was likely high on PCP, was standing on his roof. If I didn't mention it, he was standing on the roof his car and the man was completely naked.  

I think I was the third unit to arrive on the scene.  The man was a giant.  The roof of the car was partially caved in and he stood broadly with both arms high in the air with his fists tightly clenched.  He looked at me and proclaimed, "I am God."

PCP can come in solid, powder or liquid form. It is most frequently found in liquid form and tobacco or marijuana cigarettes are "dipped" in the substance and then it is ingested by smoking.

Looking into his eyes you could see the "blank stare" appearance which is common with the drug. The drug also makes a person run hot and that is why they are frequently found naked.

The other symptoms of being under the influence of PCP is muscle rigidity, a strong chemical odor on their breath, hallucinations and finally PCP is one of the few things that can actually cause their eyes to display vertical nystagmus.  It simple terms, their eyes will bounce up and down similar to the old video "Pong" or "Breakout." Now, I am really dating myself.

As I looked at the man, I realized even if I had half the Department here, we could not likely physically restrain him.  I knew we had to talk him into handcuffs. That is where the whisper came in.  I recall engaging him in my softest voice, "God, everything is OK.  Why don't you just come down and talk to me?"

He glanced slowly around at the gathering neighbors, the owner of the car who kept repeating, "he is on my car!' and the additional police cars who kept quietly rolling up.  I think I mustered a smile as I waved him towards me and repeated that everything was OK. He stared at me for about thirty seconds and then to everyone's relief he slowly lowered his arms and stepped off the roof and walked across the hood of the car as it dented below his heavy weight. He reminded me of the incredible Hulk as he stepped on to the black asphalt with his huge bare feet. 

I whispered again, "Everything is OK." I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Several officers quietly eased his hands behind his back and applied the standard double sets of handcuffs. One to hold him and the second to make sure the first set did not break.

As I continued our drive back home with my family, I wondered if I should even this story.  I know the eWeekly has wide readership including many police officers, but most of my readers sit in gate guarded communities or in expensive homes with HOA's and neatly manicured front yards. I know it will likely ruffle some feathers, but I hope the second group sees this article as educational.

If PCP or methamphetamine laced with chemicals is making a come back, I think you should know about it. Talking to experts in the field of narcotic prevention, they emphasize the importance of parents paying attention to their children, interacting with them frequently and be their parent and not necessarily only their best friend. Finally, don't wait too long to ask for professional help if you discover there is a problem. 

Enjoy your week, as we are all so fortunate to have peacekeepers like Officer Mike Anaya and so many others on the job to protect us and help safeguard our children.

 

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