We have known Jim & Donna Klinge for over a dozen years, having met them in Carlsbad where our children went to the same school. As long time North County residents, it was a no- brainer for us to have the Klinges be our eyes and ears for San Diego real estate in general and North County in particular. As my military career caused our family to move all over the country and overseas to Asia, Europe and the Pacific, we trusted Jim and Donna to help keep our house in Carlsbad rented with reliable and respectful tenants for over 10 years.
Naturally, when the time came to sell our beloved Carlsbad home to pursue a rural lifestyle in retirement out of California, we could think of no better team to represent us than Jim and Donna. They immediately went to work to update our house built in 2004 to current-day standards and trends — in 2 short months they transformed it into a literal modern-day masterpiece. We trusted their judgement implicitly and followed 100% of their recommended changes. When our house finally came on the market, there was a blizzard of serious interest, we had multiple offers by the third day and it sold in just 5 days after a frenzied bidding war for 20% above our asking price! The investment we made in upgrades recommended by Jim and Donna yielded a 4-fold return, in the process setting a new high water mark for a house sold in our community.
In our view, there are no better real estate professionals in all of San Diego than Jim and Donna Klinge. Buying or selling, you must run and beg Jim and Donna Klinge to represent you! Our family will never forget Jim, Donna, and their whole team at Compass — we are forever grateful to them.
That really sucks. Seemed like he was just trying to be a regular guy. Buying a house + fixing it up.
Yep, the neighbors were pretty hard on him, which probably doesn’t happen as much back in MA.
Perhaps they’re more tolerant of cross-dressers in MA.
http://imgur.com/gallery/xu1kt
Looks fake but funny!
I ran into Mitt (almost literally) a few months ago when I was coming around that curve right next to his LJ house. He was getting out of a gold SUV (gold colored, not real gold). No security in sight, which I found interesting. Probably had a ex-SEAL in the port-a-potty out front and a sniper on the roof. I kept on going. Love that neighborhood though.
Yeah, Photoshopped for sure.
And yes, the Barber Tract is a splendid neighborhood.
I, too, saw Willard Romney cavorting on the sand at Dunemere. In the natural light he looked eerily lifelike. Excepting, perhaps, the hair.
Lacking a political bone in my body, I can say the following objectively: He walks like one of those plant-eating dinosaurs–a trachodon maybe–on his hind legs, with arms held in front of his chest, hands sort of flopping.
But hell, I walk with a bit of a Vegas limp myself.
To stay on topic, his 11,000sf m?a?u?s?o?l?e?u?m? casita is in keeping with La Jolla’s modern history. Any number of Texans, Iranians, and Grosse Pointers have scraped historic board-and-batten bungalows in favor of heinous, zero-setback abominations. Nothing to see here.