Dealer’s Choice

My son Dylan and I hunkered down for a week of hard work in our apartment, which serves as our home offices, when our HVAC died.

Steve Massell fishes around for the best investments for his clients, leveraging off his CCIM designation, often referred to as the Ph.D. of commercial real estate.

I used to love closing real estate deals in less than four months. Not anymore.

Steve Massell is thankful for the chance to grow up in America and have all the opportunities God has provided.

After I’d been knocking on office doors for a while, I’d memorized my pitch about how I could help businesses move to another building when their lease expired.

I started out like most commercial real estate salespeople – make a list of Georgia’s 100 largest office buildings, start on the top floor, give every business owner my card, telling them I could help move them to a better, cheaper building when their lease ran out. 

Most commercial real estate deals take years to close.  I closed my first in five days.

We buried our father Sam Massell yesterday in Atlanta’s Oakland Cemetery.

My Dad was elected Atlanta’s mayor when I was 14. It was a crazy time – in Midtown, hippies filled the streets and crime skyrocketed in Piedmont Park.

I clipped out a Sunday cartoon years ago to hang on my wall. It illustrated retired businessmen sitting around a gas station stove bragging how they “coulda” bought this land or “shoulda” bought that and, if only they had, they’d be rich.