About Marlon Jr. – The Guy With The Hat
My full name is Marlon Alonzo Thomas Jr., a native resident and real estate agent in Williamsburg, Virginia
If you’re wondering why started this blog, it because I want educate buyers and sellers about the various topics associated with homeownership.
At a very early age, I began showing my creative vision by drawing pictures of custom trucks without needing to look at a picture to trace.
During my early teenage years, I began to naturally shift my vision from drawing to writing.
One day I was brainstorming about ways to connect with people by showing my knowledge and expertise.
Then I realized that I should leverage my writing skills and creative vision to build a real estate blog.
In addition to that, I also find writing to be therapeutic.
Therefore, putting in the time and effort to connect the various pieces of real estate information to readers is a challenge I enjoy.
As a Real Estate Agent in Williamsburg, Virginia, I Love What I Do
Rather I am blogging, or showing/listing homes for sale in Williamsburg, I love what I do.
For me, one of the most appealing aspects of the real estate business is the fact that I don’t have a boss dictating how creative I can and can’t be.
While being surrounded by some of the top Realtors in Williamsburg, Virginia, I have been able to absorb a lot of knowledge about the business.
Life is short, and I wanted to make sure I enjoy what I do for a living!
I wanted to open up and show people who I am and what my interest are instead of being just another stiff-generic sales professional.
Why not add some personality?
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” – Neil Armstrong
This is My Life As a Real Estate Agent in Williamsburg, Virginia
- Life Before Real Estate
- My Grandma Shirley Nick-Named Me “Bear”
- Dr. La’ Tonya’s Story
- At Age 14 I Became Addicted to the Smell of Race Fuel
- Yes, I Am Fascinated by Michael Jackson
- I Love Old School 90s Rap Music
Stories – Lessons Learned from Family
- My Grandma Shirley Was Poor and Also Very Wealthy
- Where You’re from Does Not Determine Your Outcome in Life
Where Did the Name “The Guy With The Hat” come from?
It’s very simple.
Fedora’s are the only type of hat that I like to wear.
I contribute this to being a huge Michael Jackson fan.
Life Before Real Estate
My Grandma Shirley Nicked-Named Me “Bear.”
My grandmother Shirley Mae Vaughan Beale was born on April 28, 1938, in Severn, North Carolina.
She moved about twenty minutes away to Murfreesboro, North Carolina, around the age of eight or nine to live with her Aunt Hattie.
Her friends and neighbors would call her “Curly Mae” because she was always known to have curly hair and her middle name is Mae.
The nickname “Bear” came about after she said, “you’re about strong as a bear” because I would cling to everything as a baby.
And ever since then, the name stuck.
Just about all of my family members call me Bear, except for a select few.
I always have considered my Grandma Shirley to be my first best friend, and I always will.
At the age of 81, my grandmother peacefully passed away in her home in Murfreesboro, North Carolina, on March 11, 2020.
I wish she was still here to be a witness to my accomplishments as a real estate agent in Williamsburg, Virginia.
When she passed, I felt like it was the end of an era for me personally.
My Grandma Shirley Was Poor and Also Very Wealthy
Before your motor-mouth starts vrooming, “well that doesn’t make sense, blah, blah, blah,” let me explain.
My Grandmother raised six children, three girls and three boys in a three-bedroom apartment-style house in the 1950s and ’60s.
One half of the house was rented by my Grandmother and the other half was rented by another family.
Each room was no bigger than the size of a very small office.
And I mean a very small office.
On top of that, she struggled from paycheck to paycheck as a sewing factory worker while dealing with an alcoholic husband.
I Never Had a Chance to Meet My Grandfather James Beale
Unfortunately, I never had the chance to meet my Grandfather James Beale.
Although he was born in 1933, he passed away due to heart complications, in 1993.
Just four years before I was born.
He formerly worked for one of the largest American pulp and paper manufactures by the name of Georgia Pacific as a basket maker.
Georgia Pacific was located in downtown Murfreesboro, North Carolina, but they packed up and went elsewhere soon after my Grandfather retired.
From my understanding, most workers back then were making less than a dollar per hour.
Back to Granny
She never had a driver’s license.
Her method of transportation to work was ten toes down on her own two feet.
Eventually, my Grandmother and Grandfather were able to purchase the property as their own house, but with a total of eight people, space was still at a premium.
Now as we fast forward, her son Elvis, (known to me and others as Uncle Mickey) was robbed and murdered in an alleyway in Alexandria, Virginia May 8, 2001.
Unfortunately, I briefly remember my Uncle Mickey.
How can any mother in this world deal with such an abrupt ending to a life she once birthed and raised?
But you know what, as a kid, I never saw my Grandma unhappy.
I’ve never heard her complain, seen her cry, get angry, sad, or cop an attitude because she couldn’t have something her way.
She was just very grateful, loving, kind-hearted, and patient person.
My Grandma did not care about fancy materialistic items like jewelry, electronics, cars, clothes, etc.
She has had family members offer to buy her a car, but she refused.
She was never fond of the idea of someone spending money very much on her for her benefit.
The only thing she wanted from her loved ones was respect and love.
Nothing More, Nothing Less
My Grandmother was just so thankful and happy to eventually have her peace of mind with everything she had been through.
In addition to that, she was happy as long as she knew her loved ones were happy.
I know of a few individuals that have a beautiful life, materialistically.
However, their inner souls are deprived of genuine happiness, self-wealth.
So, here we have this poor old lady living in an old sleepy town in the country who never has had materialistic items of value.
And arguably, she was dealt a pretty rough hand throughout her life.
Yet, we have individuals out here that go home to a loving spouse, live in a nice neighborhood, riding around in nice cars, etc.
But, they’re not happy with themselves.
The moral of the story is, love and dignity for yourself and others is the wealth you must obtain first before acquiring financial-materialistic wealth.
You can get the most advanced degree, get the biggest job title, buy the biggest house, and purchase the most luxurious car on the lot.
But if one isn’t happy with themselves, ha, excuse my French, but all of that “stuff” isn’t even worth more than a pile of horse shit.
Dr. La’ Tonya’s Story
My beloved cousin La’ Tonya T. Cooper was born December 10, 1975, in Ahoskie, North Carolina, just outside of Murfreesboro.
My Grandma Shirley raised my two cousins Desiree and La’ Tonya.
She was an honor-roll student all through school and college.
La’ Tonya graduated from A&T State University (Aggie Pride) in North Carolina with a Bachelor of Science in Electronics and Computer Technology.
After that, she obtained her master’s at George Mason University, but I am unsure of the specific degree.
She worked for the National Security Agency (NSA) in Cybersecurity.
In May of 2016, she earned her final degree, a Ph.D. in Cybersecurity.
Thus, making her Dr. La’ Tonya.
In fact, she was one of the few black women who earned a Ph.D. in Cybersecurity.
For someone that was told “you will never amount to anything” as a little girl, she sure did a helluva job proving all of her naysayers wrong.
96 Hours Left
Unfortunately, we lost Dr. La’ Tonya on the evening of September 15, 2018, due to a hard fought battle with breast cancer.
I deem this date to be the worst day of my life as I witnessed her death.
Late in the evening of September 11, 2018, my Grandmother, Mom, Dad, and I all arrived to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to spend her last days with her.
The morning of September 15, 2018, La’ Tonya had an ambulance scheduled to transport her back home.
The trip would be a solid two hours from the Cancer Treatment Centers of America hospital in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Her home was located in Laurel, Maryland at the time.
After the paramedics conveyed her from the ambulance into her house, in five minutes or less, she passed away on her couch.
Dr. La’ Tonya T. Cooper was only 41 years of age.
“Like a comet blazing across the evening sky, gone too soon.” – Michael Jackson
Soon after her death, I was talking to my mother about the last few days my family and I was able to spend with my cousin.
My mom told me my cousin asked, “is Bear still going into real estate?”
My mother said she replied with “yeah, he is.”
I was then told by my mother that my cousin looked around for a little bit.
Soon after, my cousin turned back to my mother and said, “he’s going to be alright.”
After I found that out, I was determine to not give up on becoming a real estate agent in Williamsburg, Virginia.
Where You’re from Does Not Determine Your Outcome in Life
So, here we have someone that was raised in the small southern country town of Murfreesboro, North Carolina.
I have been there many times over, and this is a place with limited opportunity limited due to the lack of jobs and recreational activities.
Yet, my cousin Dr. La’ Tonya was able to work her way up to being one of the few black women to work for the NSA with a Ph.D. in Cybersecurity.
Which, from my understanding, obtaining a job and education like hers is an extremely grueling process.
Some may feel as they are better than others because they grew up in a better environment and had mommy and daddy pay for their education.
But, that doesn’t mean anything.
I say this because one’s snobby and snooty persona is nothing but a way to hide their insecurities about who they truly are.
Where you’re from does not determine your outcome in life.
Your level of determination does.
And that’s the end of that conversation.
At Age 14 I Became Addicted to the Smell of Race Fuel
The smell of race fuel is oftentimes called the smell of a real man’s cologne.
In a sarcastic way of course.
Ah, well… maybe not.
I was taken to my first drag race May 18, 2012 in Dinwiddie, Virginia.
The event was called the Super Chevy Show, a car show and drag race at the legendary Virginia Motorsports Park.
Originally opened in 1994, VMP is known to be one of the fastest drag strips on the east coast of the United States.
- NHRA is an acronym for the National Hot Rod Association founded by Wall Parks in May of 1951.
Throughout the day, the distinctive smell of race fuel and burnt rubber began to run through my veins.
Then just a little over a month later, my dad and I went to our first 1/8th mile drag race at VMP, the ADRL U.S. Drags.
The date was June 23, 2012, and that day is when I released that Pro Modified is my favorite drag racing class.
Below I have posted a few pictures of a Pro Modified drag cars.
I used to play with Hot Wheels as a kid, and the cars above remind me of them.
The body styles of these cars are based on a real production cars.
The bodies of these cars are made out of carbon fiber and are very exaggerated in order to improve aerodynamics.
The very last car pictured above is based on a 2020 Chevrolet Camaro, but it looks nothing like a factory Camaro.
Remember, these are Pro Modified drag cars.
Not “Pro Original.”
And yes, these cars sound and perform just as wicked as they look.
Yes, I am Fascinated by Michael Jackson
As mentioned earlier, I am a huge Michael Jackson fan.
In fact, I am fascinated by him.
His ability to be so sharp and smooth with his dance moves along with the way he would create his music just blows my mind.
I love the way he was able to incorporate various genres of music into his own music resulting in massive worldwide success.
I just find that to be incredible.
It’s like Michael literally held the whole world in the palm of his hands at one point.
I am able to identify with Michael because I was picked on a lot throughout my school years.
Just as Michael was constantly picked by his own father as a child, and then of course the media.
How I Identify with The King of Pop
In some of his music and in some of the few interviews he did, he stated how his fame always made him feel very lonesome.
Unfortunately, being picked on a lot throughout school made me feel the same way.
However, when asked how he comes up with ideas for songs, he would say it just comes to him out of nowhere.
While creatively writing, that’s exactly how I come up with my ideas.
In that regard, I never force anything, or else it won’t be genuine enough for me to be pleased with it.
Metaphorically speaking, Michael Jackson wasn’t human, he was a living instrument.
I think it’s safe to say we will never see another entertainer that can even come close to Michael Jackson.
If we do, I don’t believe it will be in my lifetime.
I Love Old School 90s Rap
As you can probably tell, I am a big fan of old music.
Mainly old school rap from the 90s compared to the rap music of today if that’s what you want to call it.
The reason why I favor this era of rap over today’s rap is that I feel as if 90s rap has more of a distinctive sound.
Another reason is that rappers were more lyrical back then, as now it’s more about “the beat” than the lyrics.
Yes, there are many great lyricists out there right now, however, they seem to be overshadowed by the “catchy” stuff.
There’s not enough Flava In Ya Ear nowadays in my opinion.
Turn on some Eazy-E while he raps about cruisin’ down the street in his six-fo (64 Impala) on hydraulics and Dayton’s and that’s where it’s at for me.
Other artists I like are Jay-Z, The Notorious B.I.G, 2Pac, and Snoop Dogg just to name a few.
I guess I don’t sound much like the typical real estate agent in Williamsburg, Virginia, huh?
Just as the old saying goes, we all like what we like.
Thank You for Reading About Me As a Real Estate Agent in Williamsburg, Virginia
Now that you know a lot more about me than you probably want to, I would like to appreciate everyone for taking the time to learn more about who I am.
Before I am a The Guy With the Hat, a real estate agent in Williamsburg, Virginia, I am a Marlon A. Thomas Jr.
Although, you never know which one you will get, so just be prepared!
“There are those that see things as they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never where, and ask why not? – George Bernard Shaw
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