ALBANY, N.Y. — My sister was working on her house when I stopped by to inspect her latest project. She was trying, as a true do-it-yourselfer, to figure out how the drain at the bottom of the shower she was installing was supposed to fit.

It got me thinking. Seems that I’ve got a guy for everything. I’m not sure how I acquired all these guys but I’ve got them. There’s the lawn guy. He walks me around my house telling me what we should do about our crabgrass and how we should trim the hedges. He knows when to fertilize and when to thatch. He is proud of his work.

I’ve got a different guy who does the fall and spring clean-up. Then there’s the guy who pressure cleans and protects my deck. He also does painting and staining. He’s the same guy who does my lawn, but for recommendation purposes he’s a different guy for all the jobs he does.

A buddy of mine introduced me to his guy who did stone walls and walkways. I hired him to do a natural stone wall in my back yard. Now he’s my wall guy.

It’s OK to steal other guys’ guys. He just called and asked me when we were going to do the front walk. Funny how my guys treat my stuff like it’s our stuff.

The wall guy doubles as the landscaper guy and arranges my gardens and shrubs. Recently I had a bathroom done over in my house. The contractor came highly recommended, which is how you get most of your guys.

This guy is a master cabinetmaker, tile layer and plumber. He’s three of my guys and I speak highly of him. I was introduced to him by a friend who’s a painter specializing in faux painting. My faux painting guy. Are you getting the picture?

I’ve got an insurance guy, an honest guy who sells me cars and a guy who’s an excellent mechanic. A caterer, an accountant, a banker and a funeral director.

I had a guy come and install replacement windows on my house, and he did a great job. Now he’s my window guy. I’ve got a guy for every situation. I’ve got a guy who helps me track my retirement portfolio and a guy who fixes traffic tickets. I used to have a guy behind the bar. Now my guy is called my sponsor.

A guy needs to be good at what he does and he needs to enjoy it. You can see the relish in their eyes. Glinting eyes and nods punctuate a job well done.

The cabinetmaker puts the last screw in a fine piece of furniture. The lawn guy sees his lawn green up. The window guy slides the window up and down seamlessly. The mechanic turns the engine over and it purrs.

The NCAA guy looks at your picks and laughs. There are no reluctant guys. Once a guy becomes somebody’s guy, he’s locked in. It’s like a badge of honor. He likes it.

In fact, sometimes your guy can be a gal. For instance, I’ve got a gal who’s a killer house cleaner and a gal who’s a fine teacher and one who’s a ruthless editor. Just a few of my gal/guys.

Some guys are more important than others. Importance comes with need. If you need them, they’re important. The guy who helps me with my golf swing is at the top of the guy list right now. Seasonal importance. Sounds selfish, but that’s reality.

There is an art to picking the right guy. Usually he comes recommended by somebody, sometimes you just happen upon them. These are the best guys because nobody else has them yet. Over time, some guys are still your guys, some guys get replaced by other guys. But you’ve got to be somebody’s guy to have your own guy.

That’s the cardinal rule. The call came the other day. It was from a client of mine to whom I’d sold some property. "Paulie," he said, "I got this guy who keeps calling me asking me to buy some property through him. ... Won’t stop calling. Finally. I said to him ‘Look, I got a guy. Name’s Paul Ehmann.’ That shut him up."

I laughed and thanked him for the nod. Then he said that he "was off to the Roost to play golf," adding, "We need a fourth. Interested?" Without hesitation I replied, "I’m your guy."

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