They say you can’t get blood(or midcentury houses) from a stone. Tom can. He’s got impeccable taste, an eye for good bones(and, more importantly, bad bones) and the requisite gallows humor for a real estate agent in our times. He’s highly specialized — if you’ve never coveted a pink bathroom or retrofitted a table with pin legs, stop here. Tom is our buyer’s agent and midcentury loving conspirator. We got waylaid last year when housing supply was low and there were bidding wars for all the cool tiki condos. So we signed a year lease, during which we’re still communicating and refining what to do when we are in a position to buy again. I genuinely lurve him — enough to invite him to my birthday party! Buying a historic house is a long slog — if you want a) an atomic ranch and b) unpretentious awesomeness, visit his wonderful blog and give him a call.