Home Guru

By Bill Primavera There’s some lucky stiff spending eternity on top of Marilyn Monroe, either through his vanity or warped humor or his wife’s open-mindedness or wealth, or whatever circumstances led to the shelling out of $4.6 million at auction

By Bill Primavera When I was a bachelor living in Manhattan, I had an acquaintance who would occasionally visit friends living in “the country” over the summer weekends. Maybe I was a little jealous about not knowing anybody outside the

 By Bill Primavera “Oh, no!” I exclaimed when I came home one evening to see the monstrosity of a commercial sign that had been installed directly across the street from our townhouse in Brooklyn Heights. It was a large glaring

By Bill Primavera This week, just when I thought I had finished my checklist of things my clients Diane and Don had to do prior to the listing of their home and the brokers’ open house, Don mentioned that he

By Bill Primavera For several years now, I’ve noticed that my Home Guru column has often shared the same page as the Miracle Home Improvements advertisement. I didn’t know anything about the company, so I thought I’d call and introduce

By Bill Primavera When I rented my first apartment without roommates, my first purchase for it, even before I bought a bed, was a rug. It was a beautiful Karastan with a tree of life pattern in predominantly blue and

By Bill Primavera When I told my wife that I received a cold call from a moving company and agreed to meet with a representative because the caller seemed so nice, she went into panic mode. “Oh, my,” she said,

By Bill Primavera You’ve heard of psychic mediums doing “readings” with people, like the Long Island Medium on TV, but did you know they can be done with houses too? I had never considered the notion, but then I never

By Bill Primavera – At a rough period in my life as a publicist, my regular line of work, I got involved in real estate. It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. You see,

By Bill Primavera Some of you may be old enough to remember the men’s movement of the mid-1970s, which I tolerated for a short while. Men would gather to pursue personal growth and to relate better to others by sharing