Home Guru

By Bill Primavera As soon as I read about the apartment building fire in the Bronx that killed 17 people, I went to the door of my condo at Yorktown’s Trump Park, opened it and assured myself that it closed

By Bill Primavera Who says bigger is better? Well, all of us do, it seems, when it comes to living larger and wanting more space, especially if we happen to be downsizing but don’t want to be fully aware of

By Bill Primavera Another holiday season, another checklist of planned activities around the home. As a homeowner, that magic time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day has always been my favorite time of year, each and every year. Others may

By Bill Primavera My favorite comedian has always been the late and delightfully crude Joan Rivers whom I first encountered in a rundown comedy club in Greenwich Village when I first moved to New York City. That was before she

By Bill Primavera I can’t remember the last time I climbed a flight of stairs. For the past five years, I’ve been happily ensconced in a one-level home at Trump Park and, yes, I probably haven’t climbed a flight of

By Bill Primavera As a realtor, it is one of my jobs to keep up with current housing trends, but I have never professed to be a prognosticator, knowing what’s coming down the pike. I rely on the wisdom of

By Bill Primavera Whenever I take stock of things or situations that please me, my home is always on top of the list as a source of contentment, whether a new but small studio apartment in Greenwich Village when I

By Bill Primavera With every listing I’ve ever taken as a realtor, I follow a checklist of musts to recommend to seller clients as they prepare their homes for sale. First among these recommendations is consideration of the front door.

By Bill Primavera For many years my journalistic moniker has been The Home Guru, a column originally adopted to help promote my business as a realtor, working with home buyers and sellers. But through the years, this column seems to

By Bill Primavera When my wife Margaret and I ran an antiques shop in Brooklyn Heights called The Saturday Shop (which was a misnomer because we were also open on Sundays), we had a weekly customer named Abe Stransky who