Colts Neck, NJ

The Robert DeFalco Realty Colts Neck, NJ Office contributed to Open Door this Thanksgiving Season!!We are proud that we collected several boxes of non perishable food items that were brought to the Colts Neck Reformed Church. All donations were gathered into several trucks and minivans then dropped off at Open Door in Freehold, NJ.

Open Door is a non-profit, interfaith emergency food pantry and referral center located in downtown Freehold. Besides collecting and distributing food to the needy, Open Door has an after school tutoring and social program, an advocacy program to assist with problems of eviction, power shut-off, and similar difficulties, refers clients to organizations such as local welfare offices,and has begun serving hot lunches.

Open Door has been providing food and aid to anyone who needs it since 1987. Over a dozen churches and synagogues from the Freehold area provide the core financial support for Open Door.

According to Open Door's website, they played a part in helping 331 families from losing their homes or their heat in 2008.

With over 125 consistant volunteers and a large base of support from people across the Freehold area, Open Door certainly seems to be accomplishing that goal and is sure to be providing support to those in need for years to come.

The Robert DeFalco Realty office located in Colts Neck, NJ is proud to contribute to Open Door. Our agents are generous with their time and donations with regard to this local charity.

If you have any questions with regard to Robert DeFalco Realty or with regard to Open Door Charity, please call our office at 732-845-3200.

To view other charities that Robert DeFalco Realty contributes to, you can visit our website at www.defalcorealty.com and look under the "Our Company" tab then the "DeFalco cares" tab.

At Robert DeFalco Realty, we are committed to our In-house Real Estate training program, which offers all our agents a variety of free Real Estate training classes. Topics range from Filling out forms, Rules & Regulations to Social Media expanding the individual agents networking ability.

As part of that commitment, this past week the Colts Neck, NJ office hosted a Commercial Real Estate training session. The Costar Group, a Commercial Real Estate website with whom Robert DeFalco Realty maintains a subscription, was invited in to provide our agents with the necessary skills to take full advantage of the capabilities its’ website offers. In addition to listing our Commercial Real Estate properties, Costar allows agents to search “For Sale” and “For Lease” properties and provides the same analytics & reports utilized by the national Commercial brokers, which can be presented to property owners, investors & potential tenants. This type of training exemplifies the commitment Robert DeFalco Realty has made to our agents & to the communities they service and allows our agents to successfully compete in today’s real estate market at any level.

This Commercial Real Estate training class was attended by both New Jersey & New York agents. Feedback was very positive, as agents envision the potential to grow their business further & they will be setting higher goals for the upcoming year. A follow-up training session with Costar is tentatively scheduled in 5 weeks.

At Robert DeFalco Realty, we strive to be a full service Real Estate agency. To that end, we encourage our agents not to limit themselves to handling Residential properties. We provide the necessary training, resources and support to all our agents so that they will be equipped with the skills, knowledge and confidence to assist their clients and customers with all their Real Estate needs.

Anyone interested in taking advantage of the extensive training offered free at Robert DeFalco Realty should contact our offices at 718-987-7900 Staten Island, NY, 732-845-3200 Colts Neck, NJ and in Brooklyn on Third Ave, Bay Ridge at 718-748-7000.

You can also stop by and say hello at the Grand Opening of our newest location at the Woodrow Shopping Plaza, Staten Island on the corner of Woodrow Rd & Rossville Ave.

Remember to keep checking Robert DeFalco Realty for upcoming blogs. www.defalcorealty.com

Wonderful place to live and raise a family, Colts Neck New Jersey 07722.

A favorite activity of local Colts Neck residents is walking or jogging on the Township complex paths located on Cedar Drive in plain view of the Colts Neck Police Department. The town installed fitness stations so folks can stretch and exercise specific muscle groups as they saunter or lope or sprint towards a healthy lifestyle.

Every ten feet another Hallmark greeting card jumps into the lens of the camera, even if that camera is handled by an amateur like myself.

Between the agricultural panorama that captures the simpler elements of a bygone age and some wonderful Colts Neck homes for sale, this is a place that merits attention for any buyer considering a move to Monmouth County, New Jersey.

Enjoy the slide show :-)

Interested in Colts Neck New Jersey homes for sale? E-mail me today!   Or call me on (732) 580-0822.

Andrew J. Lenza, ABR GRI MBA Broker Sales Associate
Coldwell Banker Residential Brokerage
              

While exiting Dunkin Donuts in Colts Neck a dapper stranger held the door open for me.

“Thanks,” I demurred.

“Hey, can you do me a favor now?” the gent asked. Not a single salt-and-pepper hair out of place. He reminded me of a sixtyish JFK; certainly his light gray and powder blue pinstripe suit projected Presidential regalia. He inflected the word 'now.'

'Now' sounded complicated. So I, dressed in a stained Saint Peter's College hoody and mud-caked running shoes, stopped.

“Car broke? Need a ride?” If so, he held the door open for the wrong guy.

“No, I’m good.” He glanced with a boyish smirk over his shoulder in the direction of glossy, black CLS550 coupe, the Batman-inspired Mercedes. You're more than good I said to myself. What could I possibly give to this dandy?

“Can you recommend me?” he asked.

I squeegied up my face with confusion, scrunching both cheeks into my bent nose. I must have looked like a Charpay fighting Bells’ Palsy.

“You know, recommend me online. Do you have a phone with email capability? I’ll shoot you a link.”

He leaned in closer. I smelled Clive Christian “C” for men, retail $400 per ounce. I only know that because my eight thumbed cousin Shalootz got canned from his job in the Men’s Department at Macy’s for dropping a bottle and he came home reeking of the gack.

“So just go to www.stik.com. When you’re done there, jump to www.mixtent.com. What’s your name and e-mail?” he asked.

“Hey, mister. No offense but I don’t know you,” I said.

He raised a sophisticated eyebrow.

“I appreciate you holding the door open, but ...” I stammered. “But I don’t even know what you do.”

“It’s all there on my Linked-in profile. There are recommendations from other people. Read theirs. That’ll give you a sense of what I’m looking for. Oh, and when you’re done, hit me up on Facebook. My fan page. Like early and like often as they say at the polls.”

He finished his pitch, threw his angular shoulders back. I’d rather get to know your tailor, I thought.

“Good luck,” I nodded and continued to walk past him.

“Just like that?” he yelled back, holding his hands open and slightly annoyed. He wore a thin gold pinky ring that would have glinted under sunnier skies.

“After all we’ve been through together,” I muttered underneath my breath.

A cold drizzle started to fall as I walked the two miles to the house. Then the wind slanted from the west. Raw, the elements nearly froze my coffee in the cup.

When I got to my driveway I found the mailman, Paulo, waiting for me. Paulo wears his hair military short and once explained to me that he goes for two haircuts to two different barbers: first a trim to shed the excess and then a shape-up to edge the sides and back.

“Do I have to sign for a registered letter or something,” I asked.

Paulo shook his head.

“Don’t tell me the dog chased you again?”

Another shake of his head.

“Per favore mi puoi seguire su Twitter?” he asked. Bewildered, I again folded the second half of my face up into my mile high forehead.

“Sorry, English, English, English,” he chanted low and Monk-like. “Please can you follow me on the Twitter?” he said, recovering.

"Twitter?" I asked.

"Si."

I didn't see a CLS550 coupe in Paolo's future.

“The computer inside,” I said, raising my voice and gesturing with both hands to the front door. “It’s broken!”

He knew I was lying.