Tuesday, 25 January 2011
By Nancy Leitz
I already had my real estate license in 1979, but thought that I really could use a few more courses in finance. It was complicated financing a home (as witness the problems we are having now in 2011), so another course was in order for me to further my career.
I enrolled in Montgomery County Community College for a course in real estate finance. The instructor was Michael Park who was vice president of Commonwealth Savings Bank at the time.
The first night of the course, Mr. Park called the roll and one of the students he called was Harry Ritz. “Present,” shouted a voice from the back of the room. Mr. Park then proceeded with the rest of the names on his list and all were present.
The next evening the class met, Mr. Park again called the roll and everyone was present EXCEPT Harry Ritz. The class proceeded.
I think this was the night Mr. Park explained to us that if we were ever passing a bank on a Friday evening at 5PM in July and it was 98 degrees and we noticed a man trimming the bushes in front of the bank, he was probably a vice president.
The next Tuesday evening as we all gathered for more gems of financial wisdom, we were stunned when the door of the classroom suddenly opened and a little timid voice asked, “Is this where the Assertive Training Class is?”
“NO”, someone shouted. “We had that last week, Now get out of here!”
Again the roll was called and again, NO Harry Ritz. The class proceeded with a lesson on disintermediation. Yawn! But finally the class ended and thank God, we could go home.
This went on for the entire spring semester. Harry Ritz was never seen again after the opening night.
On the last night of the class in May, Mr. Park made one last valiant effort to find Harry Ritz but to no avail. In desperation he asked our class, “Does anyone know the whereabouts of Harry Ritz?”
I raised my hand. “Yes, Nancy, do you know where Harry Ritz is?” asked Mr. Park.
I suppose, as Flip Wilson used to say, “The devil made me do it.” so with that encouragement I shouted:
“No, not really, I don’t know where he is but if I had to guess, I would say he is probably either at his hotel or his cracker factory.”
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