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  

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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  

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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  

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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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Broker's Corner 3.24.15

Leased Solar Panels can Help or Hinder a Home Sale

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

To some home buyers, solar panels are an appealing and environmentally friendly upgrade to a home, but when it comes to leased solar panels, they maybe be a deal breaker.  Would-be-buyers that love a house will often not sign a contract when they learn they will have to take over lease payments for the next 10 - 15 years.  Because of this, many homeowners have to buy out their solar leases at a huge cost before selling their home.

Many times sales fall apart when parties can't agree on how to handle the payments owed on long-term leases. Make sure you know the potential down-the-road costs of leasing rather than buying solar panels, especially if you are planning to sell in the future.  

If you do find yourself planning to sell and you are in a long term lease, call the leasing company to learn about transferring and buyout options or call professionals to sell your home that can get you the best possible price and will be prepared when prospective buyers have issues with your panels. 

 - Ray Shay  

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The Grab by Ray Shay

The Grab  

By Ray Shay   

  

I probably owe an apology to the amazing principals and teachers who are doing a great job of educating our three sons.  Schools are vitally important, but it also feels like our children are under constant pressure to perform.

 

When I was a kid, right or wrong, school was almost an afterthought. Priorities were baseball, football, and wandering in the high desert looking for horny toads and other critters.  Those quick moving toads looked so prehistoric, it was cool when we finally got our dirty little hands around one of them. 

Disneyland Bound

 
I recognize our children are much smarter at a younger age than we ever were. Last week, I handed our fifth grader Ryan, some homemade lasagna on a plate. He looked at me with a perplexed look and said, "Dad, lasagna is supposed to be in chunks. This is liquefied." 

I started laughing as I thought of him using such an advanced word.  I then looked around to make sure mom did not hear his culinary description of her dinner.     

We often see our two older sons work from sunset to late in the evening on their studies. I agree it is important that they are challenged in order to compete in the future, but I sometimes think they need a break. 

Ryan and Logan

That is the reason for my apology.  Once or twice a year, I tell our children they will be sacrificing perfect attendance in school to spend a day with our family. Since horny toads and the pristine high desert are not right out our back door, I took, "Mr. Liquefy" and a friend to Disneyland this past week.   

It had been years since we had been to Disneyland and since Ryan is our third son, we certainly do not have a season pass.  The curse of being born last.  For most of the day, I felt guilty we had not brought him sooner.  It felt like he was all grown up.

Pirates of the Caribbean

When Ryan was younger he used to be scared to go on, "Pirates of the Caribbean." As is our custom, we waited to ride in the front of the boat. 

As we began the slow float down into the cool darkness, we could here the spooky mantra from the skeleton skull hanging above the entrance, "Dead men tell no tales."

As our raft began to tilt to slide into the dark and cavernous adventure, I felt Ryan's little hand grab a portion of the sleeve of my t-shirt. He then pulled it tight as the boat slid down the incline into the start of the pirate battle. His hand then quietly slipped away.

Though Ryan did miss a day of school, it gave us both a badly needed break and the chance to enjoy a special moment together.  I was also able to experience a very special grab.  It was not like holding a weird looking horny toad, but it was one I would have likely never enjoyed, if I would have waited another few months until he was out of school.

Enjoy your week,

 

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Broker's Corner 3.17.15

10 Year Warranty About to Expire?

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

Quite a few of the homes in our area are approaching their 10th year anniversary. That is an important time frame for you to be aware of.   

Once you cross over that ten year anniversary most home builders will no longer warranty their homes. We recently had a home on the market that was eleven years old and the builder refused to come out.  

Take a close look at your home and even consider having a licensed home inspector take a detailed look at your home before your tenth anniversary.  It could save you big bucks by being proactive.  If you have any questions, be sure to give me a call.  

Ray Shay  

858 449-4970  

 

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The Stinky Trash Can by Ray Shay

The Stinky Trash Can 

By Ray Shay   

  
We had a standing rule in our car that while driving our children to their competitive sporting events, they could select the music. Their song choices have been broad and varied and I think they have enjoyed the freedom to select what they wanted to hear.

That rule suddenly changed last Saturday morning while I was driving one of our sons to play a cross town rival. I thought I heard the singer drop the, "n-word."  My suspicions proved correct when the singer said it once again, and by the third time, I reached over and turned the radio off.
My son was surprised and started to argue about his Fifth Amendment rights, my earlier promises they could play whatever music they wanted, and his final argument was, "all the popular songs use that word."  I know it was a visceral reaction, when I looked him in the eye and said songs using that word will never be played in our car.

After a few minutes he said, "fine." He then played a song with the weirdest set of sounds I had ever heard.  As we pulled into the high school parking lot and he reached into the back seat to grab his gear, I commented on his selection. He replied dryly before shutting the door, "It is the same song without the words."

As I watched him walk away I thought about my parents and my mom specifically who often told us seven kids, "You don't have to stick your head in a trash can to know it stinks."  I knew I had to find a way to re-approach our adolescent son and try to convince him why that word was off limits. By doing so, I knew I would have to tell him why I hate that word so much ...

 
It was the late 1960's when I first recall anyone using the "n-word." Thankfully my parents were way ahead of the curve on the importance of equality and what was right and wrong.  

I remember I was about nine or ten years old when a friend of mine called some dark holiday nuts a racist nickname.  I did not realize it was improper and naively thought that was just what people called them. 

I recall walking on to our front porch holding a basket of those dark, long nuts when I asked my father if he wanted any.  His response was quick and immediate.  I suddenly found myself lying on the ground with the basket and those dark nuts scattered around me. He made it clear the, "n-word" was never to be used.

  

When I became a police officer, I encountered racist people. They always turned my stomach. Despite what some people may say or what you see on national news, I never once saw a sworn law enforcement officer act in a racist manner.  It never would have been tolerated by his or her peers, or the San Diego Police Department.

Agent Thomas Riggs

Later in the day, I was again alone with my son.  I told him what happened on my front porch, a very long time ago.  I then asked him to think of two of his best friends while I told him a story about two fellow SDPD Police Officers named Agent Thomas Riggs and Officer Donovan Jacobs.  

I summarized how they conducted a traffic stop where a highly trained martial artist named Sagon Penn turned uncooperative and ultimately began fighting Officer Donovan Jacobs.

Within a matter of seconds he disarmed Officer Jacobs and shot him in the neck (partially paralyzing him).  Penn then used the same gun to shoot Agent Tom Riggs three times and then walked over to the marked police car and shot the female, civilian ride along, twice.  Penn then removed Agent Riggs handgun from his duty belt as he lay dying on the dirt driveway and stole the police car, running over Officer Jacobs as he fled the scene. 

  

Click here to read more about the incident.
Penn's Defense Attorney alleged at the subsequent trials that somewhere in the confrontation that terrible word was used. I don't believe it, but that is what defense attorney's do.  They represent their clients best interests and it was in his best interest to leverage that hateful word.

I still recall that sunny June day in 1985 when Sagon Penn was cleared of all charges and walked out of jail a free man. After I loaded my shotgun and placed it in the electronic dashboard mount of my patrol car, I just sat there for a few minutes with the air conditioning on full speed.  I kept asking myself how that could have happened?

I spoke with our son privately and then we discussed the use of that word as a family.  They figured it out.  I hope our sons never forget the importance of equality and staying out of the trash can of bigotry and hate.

I did not have the heart to tell our children that Tom and his wife Colleen had an infant son named "Adam" when he was killed in the line of duty.  Another example of a Police Officer who never had the enjoyment of seeing his child compete in team sports or the opportunity to help his son identify what is right and what is wrong in this big, complex world.

I can only hope that one day that hate filled word will leave our lexicon.


Enjoy your week,

 

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Broker's Corner 3.10.15

A New Roof

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

An important part of being a professional Realtor are excellent negotiation skills and the ability to recognize the actual value of a property.

 

Sometimes, potential clients will ask us to match pricing of discount brokers by "kicking back" a significant portion of our commission.  We simply tell them to find another Realtor. 

Our highly trained and experienced agents do an exceptional job.  As the photograph shows one of our recent clients got a brand new, 20K roof installed at the cost of the seller.  

Just another reason to use a full time professional Realtor!

 

- Ray Shay 858-449-4970

 

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Goodbye Dr. Spock, by Ray Shay

Goodbye Dr. Spock 

By Ray Shay   

  

I unfolded the morning newspaper last week and noticed an old friend had passed away.  His picture was near the top of the paper and his slightly pointed ears seemed to reach up to the sky.  I was sad to see he had died.

Dr. Spock, Captain Kirk and the entire crew of Star Trek were huge when I was growing up.  It was our "Breaking Bad" and "Walking Dead" all wrapped into one. For most of the shows my brothers, sisters and I would all lie in and around our parents bed and watch intently as Captain Kirk faced adversity along with "Spock, Bones, Scotty, and the rest of the crew.  

 

I guess Dr. Spock must have received a better pension from the Interstellar Federation than Captain Kirk. It makes sense.  After all, Dr. Spock always kept his cool and attended many more years of education on his home planet of Vulcan, than the other service personnel on the USS Enterprise.  

Unlike Captain Kirk, he did not have to go to work at Priceline to make ends meet. I guess he was never much of a "pitch man."  Maybe that's why I really liked him. 

 

One of the biggest events of my life was when I was about fourteen years old and my Star Fleet Technical Manual arrived in the mail.  

I got teased by my four brothers, but more than once, I found them taking a peak at it's pictures and technical diagrams that explained how the USS Enterprise was powered by dilithium crystals as well as the countless cool gadgets the crew utilized to save the Federation.

I even went to seminar that Gene Roddenberry held in downtown Albuquerque, New Mexico. It too, was super cool. I never called myself a "Trekkie" but the science and adventure of it all really interested me.

It was a bit maddening when Spock would not show a bit of emotion even when Captain Kirk would be hollering and his face would turn bright red.   

Spock would just tilt his head in a certain way with an inquisitive look on his face.  He found "humans" so darn interesting.  

If you must know, I am proud to say I still know how to do the Vulcan Mind Probe as well as the Vulcan Salute. Both of these skills helped me in both law enforcement and real estate. And people wonder how we get such great deals for our buyers. 

Carry on Dr. Spock.  As you often said, "Live Long and Prosper." You impacted a generation of dreamers and provided our entire family and countless other, "emotional humans" with exceptional entertainment and you didn't even have to shoot a single zombie or become a meth freak.  You had a great run!  

   

 

 

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Broker's Corner 2.3.15

Del Sur Estates - 13 Estate Homes are in Escrow!

Ray Shay Broker/Owner Shay Realtors

Sales are brisk at Del Sur Estates! These unique homes continue to be a top seller with their unique and amazing floor plans.  If the pace continues, they could be sold out by the end of summer.  If you were thinking of moving up to these homes or several other new developments that are about to hit the market, give me a call.  Don't forget we do represent home buyers of new homes as well as re-sales.  We can help you identify the pros and cons of the various options and there is no charge for our professional services.  

The sales people at the all the developments know we have the BEST clients!

Go to Standardpacifichomes.com and see the homes that are available at Del Sur Estates. 

Have a great week!  

- Ray Shay 858-449-4970

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Wild Fire Re-Cap and the Robbery by Ray Shay

Wild Fire Re-Cap and the Robbery  

By Ray Shay 

5.20.14

  

Wild Fires Strike San Diego County

I knew things were going south last Tuesday morning when my cell phone started ringing with multiple reports of a growing brush fire in the canyon area near Del Norte High School.   

My hat is off to Gretchen and our team who sent a Community Hub eAlert within ten minutes of us hearing about the fires. Many of our readers emailed us thanking us for getting the work out so quickly. I hope it was helpful.   

The fires immediately brought back memories of other devastating wild fires in San Diego where I was the one in the blue uniform telling families their homes were no longer standing.  As strange and heartbreaking as that experience was, many of the victims appeared honestly relieved to at least know the truth. I think the waiting and not knowing, is a big part of the trauma that so many people in our area and other parts of San Diego County endured last week. 

Soon after the fire trucks started rolling into our area, I walked towards our 4S Ranch Community Hub in 4S Commons when I saw the uniformed SDPD Police Officers standing outside the Wells Fargo Bank. The bright yellow crime scene police tape was hanging loosely, blocking the bank entrance. 

I recalling thinking the bank was likely robbed because the criminals knew our local Sheriff Deputies were busy evacuating frightened families. My suspicions were soon confirmed. Once again reminding me that predators are cowards and when they see a weakness they frequently look for opportunities to attack.

As my mind drifted to the wild fires and how brave both law enforcement and firefighters always are, my mood began to sour. I was distracted thinking about the multiple fires and that an armed felon and his companions were out taking advantage of the situation.

With the fire spreading unpredictably and the bank robbery, Theresa and I both wanted one thing, which was likely the same thing many of you did. We wanted to have our kids with us.  We wanted to be "hands on."

I was going to delay picking up our three sons from their separate schools, but Theresa had other ideas.  I have learned when it's not worth arguing.

When we arrived at all three of our local schools, Del Norte High, Oak Valley Middle and Del Sur Elementary, we were met with throngs of people picking up their kids.Tensions were high as fire engines raced past and dark smoke was in the air.

I have been at countless emergency situations, but I found myself impressed with the calmness of the leadership teams at each of the schools. Yeah some kids as well as some parents were on the edge, but the occasional smile and calm reassurance form a teacher, principal or other school employee was comforting and went a long way to calming nerves.  

Word quickly spread that Stone Ranch Elementary had ordered an evacuation of their students which resulted in parents moving quickly to pick up their children from the other local schools.  

The caravans of yellow school buses mixed with emergency vehicles reminded me that there was a great deal of training and pre-planning involved in our critical incident.     

In each instance there were lots of parents and anxious children, but the calmness and professionalism of school administrators was impressive.  We personally witnessed each of the below principals actively involved in working with their staff to pull off a pretty challenging event.  

   

     

At the end of the day, with Troy, Raymond and Ryan safely in our car, I thought about the firefighters and the law enforcement officers.  I then thought about another group of heroes that rarely get accolades and the support they deserve from the community.   

They are our teachers and the principles of our local schools who day and day out deal with highly emotional and stressful situations for little pay or recognition.  

It's not the cover of Time Magazine, but for the few thousand people who read this eWeekly, it is a reminder that each of our principles including Lisa Danzer of Stone Ranch Elementary and David Gyertson of Maranatha High School are pretty special people.  

Enjoy your week,

    

 

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