Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Special Thanks…

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I would like to say thanks to all who made Gunstock ll (Reloaded) a warm sunny day of Peace, Love and Second Amendment fun last Sunday. Flowers, friends, fun, firearms and food were there for all to enjoy. Nobody got nekkid and swam in the pond thank goodness.

The second annual Gunstock drew in over a dozen participants, a few more than last year. We enjoyed an even wider array of firearms that were shared by everyone attending. Being able to fire weapons ranging from .22 to .50 in one day is a real blast and good experience for all. To those who missed it there’s always next year.

Thanks to the bro, Randy the farmer and Harold for their help in creating a more respectable range. Big thanks to the bro for contributing the tent, tables, authentic Polish sausage and kraut along with helping in the sheltered outdoor kitchen.

Thanks to long-time friend Chris from Colorado who came in just for the weekend and spent a few nights at our place. He hasn’t been back to Indiana for 30 years and while I visited him in CO a few years ago it was great to see him again. We had a lot of laffs as always.

Big thanks goes out to Doug for contributing the load of soaked Lake County Fair award-winning extra-sweet corn on the cob and the additional full size Weber to grill them on. He also contributed a swell home made, welded heavy duty swinging target. It was made of rebar and thick steel plates (3/8”?). I placed one on order.

And here’s to Tom for bringing his Colt AR-15 in .223 that was dead nuts accurate along with some other really fun stuff. I never shot an AR15 before and it was quite impressive. Thanks for sharing. Now I really, really, really want one. Maybe Santa will help me out this year.

Then there's the .22 magnum rifle that Doug’s son Daniel brought. He shot at a thick steel plate as evidence of the power of a little .22mag. There was a neat little hole he made in it from 40 yards out. I regret not taking a photo of that.

Dan From Madison introduced me to shooting a .22 rifle while sitting in a folding chair. I could do that all day long.

Everyone was very impressed with the bro's new Kimber ultra-carry .45. It has a built-in laser sight grip and is easy to control, what's not to like? You get what you pay for.

Ed brought along an SKS in 7.62X39 and before anyone told him not to he shot at the new spinner target and blew off a steel plate and this was one heavy-duty spinner. Maybe we draw the line a bit below that caliber for this target. It took .357mag just fine. Next time. Oh well, back to the weld shop she goes. Field testing. It’s a b!tch.

Chris brought his brand new Ruger .380LCP. It looked like one of those toy cap guns I had as a kid. Surprisingly powerful for being such a tiny thing. He flew into Midway Airport with three handguns in a plastic case claiming there was absolutely no problem checking it in at the counter in Denver but they confiscated his toothpaste, deodorant and mouthwash at security. He was surprised to see the gun case come down the carousel with all the other baggage at Midway. So was I since I never took weapons on the airlines. One would think that it would be held at some security counter area.

Finally, big thanks to Dan and Carl. Thanks again for allowing me to be a contributor to LITGM. If not for LITGM, Gunstock would not be the annual fun group event it turned out to be. Between the blog, attending the Bear games and Gunstock, I made some new really fine personal friends.

Gunstock ll was a warm breezy late summer day and a great day to be down on the farm with good friends and firearms.

Next September? Gunstock lll.


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Gunstock 2 - Reloaded, Part 2

Click any photo for larger, part one is here.

One of the favorite activities was just sitting in a lawn chair and plinking away.
Of course food was there. For appetizers we got sweet corn dipped in an immense pot of butter - this was county fair blue ribbon stuff, very yummy.

I had to try my shotgun on a shoot 'n see.
The main blast of pellets went right through the target board.
And we had some awesome Polish sausages as a main course. Can't beat it with the onions and kraut on there.
All in all, it was an absolutely perfect day. I would like to thank Gerry and his family once again for the use of their property and for the chow. The Second Amendment was celebrated properly in Indiana this day.

As I was getting ready to leave I was almost a bit overcome by the pride I had in being a gun owner and being a part of the community of gun owners. I just stood by myself for a few minutes enjoying the warmth of the sun and soaking in what appears to be one of the last warm days of this year.

On the way home in the car I began the process of steeling myself for the long winter months - looking forward to next years Gunstock 3.

TGMPCBC Update

I have been asked by several people why I am not putting up the final parts of the Crappy Beer Challenge. Well, I have them all in "the can" but now I am having some computer issues with the posts. I don't have a lot of spare time in the near future to get the posts fixed, so it may be a bit before they are put up. Patience, my friends, we will have a winner soon.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Gunstock 2 - Reloaded, Part One

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September 27, 2009 was a great day in Indiana. This was Gunstock 2 - Reloaded.

Out of everyone invited we had about ten people show up, just about a perfect number if I do say so myself. Ten proud gun owners sharing stories, shooting the sh1t, and shooting guns. For hours on end.

The day started off very foggy and damp but that didn't stop anyone from shooting right off the bat. Cans and such were the first targets. If you enlarge this photo you can see a homemade target in the center on the ground that had spinners on it - very popular. We found out later that the thinner steel plate will not handle a 7.62 x 39 very well.
Of course we had to have the empty Heineken jug - nice sized hole from 45 feet with a .50 cal muzzle loader.
There was also a trap range.
This t-shirt wins second best shirt of the day, I will let Gerry post the winner if he so chooses.
Ah, the table of goodness. I can't imagine living in England where we would all get locked up for owning this stuff. This isn't even all the guns that were there, just a nice sampling.
Much, much more to come in the next few days.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Dan's Favorite Guys



I was walking through the Loop recently when I saw Dan's favorite guys - the chain gang! I don't know quite what this is about but must be a promotion of some sort for ESPN. The "real life" chain guys did help us with a 4th down spot today against the Seahawks.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Door County Summer 2009

A few weeks ago I took a trip up to Door County with friends. We usually stay on the quieter side of the peninsula, away from the restaurant with the sheep on the roof.



There was one town we had to visit - from the title you can see why. Our GPS directed us to the "center of town" which was a farm but the town did have some attractions.


Wine tasting! Yes they do make wine in Door Country. They have an abundance of local fruit and they turn this into a variety of wines. I went into the wine tasting area and it was pretty much a mob scene - this likely will grow into a very popular attraction (if it isn't already) for the area. Anytime you have the words "free" and essentially "alcohol" in the sentence you are going to draw a crowd. I fought my way to the front and asked them for the best local wine made with local products (they also bring in grapes from elsewhere and make the wine there, but that's cheating) and it was pretty good. Not shown - the guy passed out in front of the winery on a park bench, apparently sleeping off his buzz. Also - isn't the monk supposed to be a beer type of mascot? Oh well, what do I know.



Our room had a beautiful view right outside the window and a porch where we could see the sun rise and the moon rise, too (it was a full moon). I took advantage with my new camera and got some decent shots (yes, I brought a little tripod, trying to get a bit better with my picture taking).



We had absolutely perfect weather a couple of the days and you can't resist the sailboat reflection shot. Boy will I be pining for weather like this soon when our arctic winter comes upon us for its seemingly six-month grip.



If you are ever looking for a bed and breakfast I suggest checking out the Select Registry. I have stayed at probably six or eight of these over the years and they range from very good to excellent. If you are going somewhere and this book has an inn and they have reservations you might as well try it out, I haven't had a bad experience yet.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Bears vs. Steelers Tailgate, Part 4

Click any photo for larger. Part one is here, part two is here and part three is here.

As if the freedom fries, frog legs and perch weren't enough, out comes the breaded and fried pork tenderloin sandwiches. They were meant to be eaten on a bun, but I skipped that.
Here is the construction process.
And the results. You can see a Carl's better half's salsa on the left.
After the game we had leftovers - yum.
Even Urlacher gives it the thumbs up.
Honest to god I am not sure how these tailgates can get any better, but I am sure that an attempt will be made next year.
Now if you will excuse me, I am off to a soooper sekrit location in Indiana to drop off some lead and brass.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Bears vs. Steelers Tailgate, Part 3

Part one is here and part two is here. Click any photo for larger.

I forgot to get a good closeup of the finished perch in the last post. This one has skin on it - I think that the filets that had skin on them had a bit more flavor. Skin to win!
Next up was frog legs. I was told that these were from Florida and that people actually go out and "gig" these. I guarantee that we were the only tailgate in all of Chicago with these. And probably everything else we ate as well. You can see the egg wash and the breading, preparing these guys to go into the fryer.
They were bigger than I thought they would be.
And here they are coming out of the fryer - this one held on for dear life but it didn't help.
I thought that the frog legs were very tasty and super unique, although they are hard work to eat. If you want to call it work.
More to come...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Bears vs. Steelers Tailgate, Part Two

Part One is here, click any photo to enlarge.

I have set the atmosphere, now on to the FOOD.

For appetizers, Carl's better half made some kickin' great salsa from fresh peppers harvested from the wilds of their Chicago balcony. It was just the right amount of spicyness and tasted so fresh and good.

These poor suckers next to us should have been ashamed of themselves. They started out with the chip buffet and moved on to plain old burgers. So sad. If you are going to tailgate, at least show up with acceptable chow. Chips are NOT accetpable unless you are putting homemade salsa on them. Burgers are barely acceptable, but they need to be doctored.
The offering given by Gerry and Gerry's brother (I know his name but didn't want to put it up without permission) consisted of many treats from the fryer. This was the first time any of us have ever tailgated without a grill and I have to admit it was very unique. First up were some fresh freedom fries for everyone to munch on.

Next up was the highlight for me, the perch that Gerry caught several weeks ago. These were easily the largest perch filets I have ever seen. The real key was the breadding and the quick frying - they only took about 45 seconds per batch. The fish didn't taste greasy at all, just tasted like they should - perfect.

And they were freaking awesome. NO tartar sauce needed. Next up, course number two, frog legs and pork tenderloin.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Bears vs. Steelers Tailgate, Part One

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This years tailgate was so magnificent that it will take multiple parts to do it justice.

First off, we got a pass by the Adler Planetarium (I always say it like this now) which is somewhat of a freak occurrence. All Bear season ticket holders are tossed into a computer salad and the winners get a parking pass, somewhere. We have been getting pretty lucky with the passes and have only had to go black market once in the last several years.

Anywho, this photo pretty much explains the difference between the Adler lot and the South Lot. Yep, no line. If this were the South Lot there would be zero access to the johns starting at about 8.30.
In exchange for this convenience we were absolutely punished with a traffic snarl of epic proportions, caused ONLY by the availability of a tiny bit of cash parking that is available near the Adler lot. It was literally insane, but we have gone over these issues before so no need to tear out what little hair we have left over it. The extraordinarily high level of ineptitude is only to be expected.

Some Bear fans go all out - the RV lot is right next to the Adler lot.
The scene in the Adler lot is just a touch more docile than in the South Lot, but the sequence of events is exactly the same. Park, light the grill and booze up.


I like the green Forte jersey from Tulane. I think that one was autographed if memory serves.

In the coming parts we will have what everyone wants to see - the FOOD.

A Family of Hunters

When I was away on my trip to Dallas I received a call from my better half stating that we had an intruder in the house. Not a human type, an animal.

I was told that the feline member of our family was sent to the basement to dispatch of the pest, but was unable to get it's claws on it the first time out. The second time around, Chester caught the chipmunk, but made a beeline upstairs - all the time the chipmunk was still alive and wriggling in our cat's mouth. Thank god my good wife had the sense to close the door or the cat would have either turned the rodent inside out on our nice carpeting, or worse yet, decided that it was his new toy and turned it loose on the upper level.

After these failures my wife told me about something that her mom used to do. You get a five gallon bucket and a makeshift ramp, baited with sunflower seeds. The chipmunk walks up the ramp and eventually drops into the water and drowns.

Nonsense, an old wives tale I said. Get a trap, I said.

Well, the first try the great beast took the seeds - but the second time around, look what we have - dinner! Not really, it was disposed of properly, as in I tossed it in my woods behind my house.
I was surprised that it didn't float. And I owe an apology to my MIL for doubting that this would work. We are going to try to make a small dent in the chippy population outside with this technique as there are just too many.

So how did it get inside the house? We have lived there for nine years and have never experienced a problem such as this. The best we can figure is that he found an old dryer vent that we didn't know existed and eventually pushed his way too far in and plopped down into our basement. Yes, we are sealing that up and looking for any other surprise access places.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Like a Fish Out of Water

When I was in Dallas recently I needed to get a massage. I didn't say wanted one, I really needed one. It was right after the Chicago Half Marathon, and my legs felt like each one of them contained a half gallon of lactic acid. Not that lactic acid itself causes the soreness, it is the resulting acidosis, but that is a different subject for a different post.

So when I arrived in Big D I made my way to the hotel spa and signed up for a 80 minute massage, to be concentrated mostly on my legs. The price was too high, but I didn't care, I had to have it.

When I arrived, a woman showed me to the men's section and they asked me if I wanted a steam bath or sauna before the massage. What the heck, I have never had a steam bath before so I gave it a shot. One guy handed me a robe.

I was shown to the men's locker room and the first thing I see is a naked dude with tatoos all over his lower front side - like men's tramp stamps on the front. Weird.

This place was pretty damned fancy. They had citrus water all over the place and the dudes kept asking me if I needed or wanted anything. I felt like an emperor.

I lasted about five minutes in the steam bath and took a shower. The shower stalls had fine linen curtains. I cleaned up and put my robe on. A guy asked me (again) if I wanted anything so I made him get me some orange water just for kicks. He showed me to the "men's lounge" where they had sports on TV, and copies of the WSJ and other papers. It was pretty cool except for that stupid music they were playing on the speakers, that sounded like a stoner with a pan flute and some waves in the background.

One of my servants then showed me to the "co-ed" lounge. There was a sign that said "quiet zone" but the crappy music thundered on. There were some guys and women in there not talking. Most were sitting there sipping citrus water and/or reading magazines. I will be honest with you it was a little creepy. And I wasn't comfortable with the robe. Ah, the robe.

I haven't worn a robe in probably - ever. The minute the guy handed it to me I was fumbling with it, and I could hardly figure out how to close the damned thing. I was very uncomfortable in it but eventually figured it out in a half assed sort of way. I was pretty busy in that co-ed lounge, trying to sit in modest ways so my junk didn't flop out in front of everyone. I pretty much always sit like a guy, but with the robe on I had to really make sure that everything was "in order". I eventually chose a crossed leg style and let the chips fall.

Mercifully the woman showed up for the massage and she was absolutely fantastic. She was a Mexican woman but her English was OK and she really did a great job. I tipped her well.

At least I know some of what to do next time, but I might need to steal a robe from a hotel someday to practice how to tie that damned thing up correctly.

Too Much of a Good Thing?

I like working out. A lot. It takes my mind off of pretty much everything else except the task at hand, whether it be biking, running, strength training or Muay Thai.

Last weekend I completed the Chicago Half Marathon. The whole next week while I was in Dallas my legs ached like never before. The cumulative workload had finally taken its toll.

The previous weekend I had done a crushing 100 mile bike ride on big hills.

I have never really felt fatigue like last week. I had trained like a madman to do well in the ride and half marathon, but did all of that training on top of my usual Muay Thai and strength circuits. After a week of thought I believe that it was simply too much. My body was so sore and my weight down pretty low. Athletic and lean, but too small for my frame.

I will probably never try to train for two big events at once again. I didn't do any cardio at all last week, and am skipping going to the gym tonight as I still need more rest. I will go back in Wednesday for strength and MT.

There may not be another half marathon in my future either. I am 100% certain that I will never run a marathon, although I certainly could. To train for it properly I would have to drop something - that something would be my gym time and that would eliminate strength training and MT. That is not going to happen as I enjoy those so much and would miss my dysfunctional gym family.

All of this sounds grim, but it is really good that I learn to hear what my body is telling me. I think that until the holidaze are over I will just do small five mile runs on the treadmill or 45 minutes to an hour on the bike trainer. If it is nice outside I will limit my bike rides to 40 miles or so. In reality my body needs probably several months to recover from what was an immense amount of running, biking, strength training and MT. I just did too much. Not that I couldn't handle it, but wowzers, I am pooped.

Last time I tried to remember, I entered and completed eight events this year (runs, duathlons and rides). That is a LOT for me.

So what will next year bring me? Hard to say. I know what I am capable of, but need to chill for a few months and get myself together a bit. I don't think that I will do anywhere near the amount of events next year that I did this year. I toyed with the idea of learning how to swim properly and entering some triathlons, but I really liked the duathlon that I did and am leaning that way. Not huge distances, but shorter ones where I can go full out the whole way.

Time will tell. But for now I need to keep eating like a pig and put on another 5-10 pounds or so. That should be no problem as eating is my favorite sport.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Home Canning

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The same year we bought our first home we planted a garden. We moved in during February so that gave us some time to plan and dig. Ripened tomatoes, green beans, zukes, cukes, snap peas, carrots, celery, pumpkins and just about everything short of sweet corn showed up in September of 1979.


The only drawback to gardening is waste. There is no way to consume the harvest as it ripens and underplanting risks not having anything to show for the effort.



Everyone has had that neighbor or relative who proudly drops off his excess home grown garden veggies at your place beginning in August so they won’t go to waste. If you're lucky he shows up weekly. Tomatoes are a popular giveaway item along with other high volume plants such as cukes and zucchinis.

An option to the good neighborly giveaway is to preserve your own home grown vegetables for winter consumption. Canning and preserving takes work so most backyard gardeners would rather give their excess away.


Others wouldn’t think of growing or canning vegetables since is considered to be an unnecessary task of frugality best left to the lower class peasantry. That first September we were canning in the new kitchen when my mother-in-law stopped by on an unscheduled visit. In a quiet corner I heard her whisper to the wife, “Is HE making you do THAT???” Her ‘ma grew up in extreme depression era poverty and one of her chores was to put up preserves each weekend during September and October. Seeing her offspring participating in this activity obviously gave her some bad flashbacks.

We did it because it wasn’t a chore at all. It was an enjoyable activity we shared and the results were satisfying to us. Besides, it saved a few bucks to help pay that new mortgage after dropping 20% (everything we had) down and a 13% interest rate at the time.

My specialty was roma tomatoes. I would grow these in very fertile raised beds supported by round wire baskets and the results were an abundance of perfectly shaped, blazing red, food magazine quality photogenic tomato fruits by the bushel.

There’s something extra special to opening a jar of vine ripened roma tomatoes in February and making the finest marinara sauce there is. The flavor and texture of store bought hot-house canned tomatoes in February will never compare to what ripened in my backyard last September.

We would “put up” 48 quarts of roma tomatoes and that would last into the following summer. Another plus to home canning is you can place herbs and flavor enhancers like fresh basil and a clove or two of garlic into the jar. It’s definitely worth the effort.


My home canning days ended when we built the country bunker near Valpo seventeen years ago. The property is so densely wooded there isn’t enough sunlight to grow a respectable garden but we manage to grow herbs in the sunny space we do have. With an abundance of country road farm stands nearby I kind of lost the itch to garden.

Last week I noticed an ad in the local newspaper for a local farm stand that was selling fresh picked pickles for $2.99 a bushel. The canning bug just hit me. I would need to buy more jars, new lids and screw on rings along with spices. Being bored and suddenly craving a quality garlicky kosher dill pickle impulsively grabbed control of my desires. I was so focused that I drove to the stand at Remus Farms and bought a small amount of pickles to test my rusty canning ability.

The process of canning is simple but time consuming. Most necessary for canning is a large pot and rack to hold the jars. Luckily we still had the old pot and rack in the pantry. Pack-rat behavior can pay off since the pot and rack now costs $50. and I know we paid less that $20 for the same thing in '79.

For best results the freshest cucumber pickles are a must. If they are old and flacid going into the jar that’s what you’ll get when opening the jar. The mason jars and lids must be sanitized. Dunking them into the large pot of boiling water does the job. While that’s happening I am washing and slicing the knobby-skinned stubby bright green cukes.

Mass produced pickles are uniform in size and fill the jar. Hand sliced spears may not be not long enough to fill the jar so I cram in a few flat and short spear-cut slices to make best use of space.

The spicy brine mixture has been prepared and percolating in another pot made of stainless steel. I load a few cloves of fresh garlic into each jar before stuffing with spears. Next is the brine, using a ladle I fill the jars to within ½” from the top before sealing with a lid and finger-tightening the ring.

Loading into the rack for boiling is tricky with the boiling steam singing the hairs of my arms. Then the seven jars get dipped for ten minutes, slightly submerged by boiling hot water.

Removing the scalding hot jars can be dangerous. They make special tools for this but I used hot pads since I lost my old jar gripper. There they sat, on a towel on the countertop. While they cool the vacuum process takes over. Hot air inside the jars contract and the thin rubber rimmed lids seal as a result. Thirty minutes later the mason jar lids begin “pop” as they cave into the jar indicating the process is over.


The results were outstanding. Pickles as crispy and flavorful as anything you can buy were ready 24 hours later after spending the night in the garage refrigerator.

Did I save a lot of money doing this? No. What I have as a result is something I made that tastes far better than any store-bought jar of pickles. Every pulled pork and every ham sandwich will be that much better. Every hot dog will be relished more than others. Each burger will be that much more special.

I will be buying a bushel or two of locally grown roma tomatoes soon, before this season ends.

And a lot more mason jars.
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The FHA and Impact on Real Estate



Today the FHA, the Federal Housing Administration, is a gigantic player in the residential mortgage business. The FHA guarantees mortgages against default, and allows purchases of homes with only a 3.5% down payment, and provides a rock bottom interest rate of near 5%. These lenient terms apply to virtually everyone, even those with poor credit scores and little equity in the home, which are highly correlated with default. This is in addition to the $8000 tax credit the US Government is issuing to first time buyers, which is boosting demand for these sorts of loans.

This article describes the measures that the agency is taking to reduce the odds of a bailout, but they don't hit on the core issues of low down payments and not adjusting the interest rates to better reflect the risks on lower credit quality mortgages. These half-hearted measures require a tiny base of assets for mortgage originations (up to $1m from $250,000) and some changes to appraisals... the core issue here is that there were massive amounts of fraudulent mortgages that flooded into the system during the boom and when they went awry the brokers that backed them vanished into the night.

Many have pointed out that the FHA looms as a likely candidate for government bailout, such as this article from the Washington Post, titled "FHA's Refusal to Seek Bailout Met With Skepticism"
FHA Commissioner David H. Stevens said Friday that the surplus fund set aside to cover unexpected losses on mortgages backed by the agency will fall below the 2 percent threshold required by Congress when the next fiscal year starts in October.

Although the reserves had remained well above the minimum required level during the housing boom, the audit last year showed they had shrunk to 3 percent as of Sept. 30, compared with 6.4 percent a year earlier. The fund's value was estimated at $12.9 billion, down from $21.2 billion the previous year.

Many stories note that most of the loans that are being done today are backed by the FHA. From this article in the Wall Street Journal titled "No Easy Exit for Government as Housing Market's Savior"
The Denver home lender sees every day how dependent the housing market has become on the government. At the height of the boom, just 20% of Universal's mortgages were backed by the Federal Housing Administration, an arm of the government that guarantees loans to borrowers who can't afford big down payments. Today, the FHA accounts for more than 80% of his business.

Also note that the US Government is buying most of the securities that are backed by the FHA. Private banks are not interested in purchasing securities with low returns and thus the government secures the loan on the front end, and then repurchases the securities on the other end.
At the Fed, the question of whether to start dismantling the scaffolding is a dominant one. Since the beginning of the year, the Fed has purchased $836 billion of mortgage-backed securities issued by Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac and Ginnie Mae, the federal body that securitizes FHA loans. The purchases have helped push down interest rates on mortgages guaranteed by the firms from more than 6.5% last October to 5.15% today, according to HSH Associates, which tracks the mortgage market.


The FHA loans are up to a level of $417,000 across the US, with some exceptions for high cost areas in California, New York and Washington DC, where the loans are up to $729,950.

Impact on Real Estate

While the Federal Government has been propping up the "low end" of the housing market, with:

- $8000 housing credit for first time buyers (capped by income, of course)
- low down payment and low interest loans pretty much regardless of credit scores for loans up to $417,000
- then the government buys the securitized loans on the back end to further prop up the market

The higher end market, or "jumbo" loans, have pretty much evaporated. Here the data starts getting more anecdotal. I have friends and acquaintances who have been involved in purchasing or selling houses that are above the $417,000 level here in the Midwest.

First of all, regardless of the pretty chart that says "jumbo loans are at 6.5% while FHA loans are around 5%" (such as the one in the WSJ article) there are many other restrictions on these non FHA loans. From the information I have heard there are few banks that are even considering making these loans, and you need to deal with the few that choose to be in this market. You can't just assume that these loans are readily available.

And for the down payment - the serious element in the equation - I have heard that 20% - 30% is not an uncommon requirement, along with a deep dive into your finances. A friend of mine who tried to buy a 2 flat in Philadelphia and had good credit and an ability to do a high down payment - said that he simply couldn't find anyone to make him a loan.

Why the disparate down payment requirements? Because at the FHA, the risk of the loan going bad is with the government, to be borne by the tax payer. And the government is buying the paper on the other end, to keep this market flowing.

But for the non-conforming loans, the banks have to take risk. And the banks aren't as dumb as they used to be - they know that the housing market can rise and fall, and they want to make sure that they aren't on the hook for any losses. Not only do they want a higher return (interest rate), but they want to protect themselves with a lower loan-to-value ratio so that if markets fall 20% or more they are still insulated from a loss of principal. Essentially they aren't making the same mistakes twice.

What this means to you is that if your residence is more than $417,000, the VALUE of your residence has certainly been impaired, and you should strongly consider the risks of buying any house that would seem to require a mortgage of more than $417,000. The number of buyers for this type of residence, given that they can't get mortgages, has plummeted. These buyers need to be able to come up with a very significant down payment and go through major hoops to get a mortgage, and people with this type of credit rating and available resources can be very picky when choosing a home.

Your house is only worth what someone else will pay for it; if the pool of "effective" buyers (those that can afford higher interest loans, make a big down payment, and deal with the additional paperwork) has diminished, your group of potential buyers has decreased, and so has your investment.

An additional difficulty is that if you are trying to sell a house worth more than $417,000, there is a high probability that the potential buyer is also trying to sell HIS or HER house and having problems on their end, too. Thus the problems multiply on both sides of the equation.

I don't think that enough articles have been written on this schism in real estate values; that the low end is being propped up (dramatically) with government support, and the high end will now be stratified into high cost mortgages with high down payments and reduced loan availability.

Unless the FHA changes their rules and starts increasing above $417,000, I would recommend thinking long and hard about buying a house above that range, and if you are in the market and have financing you are in a pole position in terms of leverage against a potential seller (assuming you can unload your house to a buyer, of course).

For better or worse the government has encouraged home buying on the low end, and is letting the high end rot. Whether this is good or bad policy depends on your perspective, but it needs to be recognized that the high end is going to be punished over the long term and this will severely impact these investments as a class.

Cross posted at Chicago Boyz

One (Small) Good Item Out of the Health Care "Debate"


I try to stay away from the non-fact maelstrom that is our current, utterly dysfunctional "debate" on health care reform (I put that in parenthesis because I don't even know what the latest, half-baked plan du jour even is without an up to the minute scorecard).

However - the health care publicity did bring to light and start to quantify one item that could be useful in the future when this all dies down (and hopefully goes nowhere) - the high cost of health care for our governmental employees.

This article discusses "gold plated" health care plans and their cost, and the fact that under some proposals these plans would be subject to an excise tax. From the article:
"We don't have Cadillac salaries", said Robert Corner, a 63-year old who works for Nebraska's department of roads in Lincoln and earns just over $50,000 a year. His parent union, the American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees, estimates that it's average health plan in Nebraska will be worth $31,000 in 2013, the year the new tax thresholds would take effect.

But Mr. Corner - you DO have a Cadillac salary when you take into account the health plan that taxpayers have given you, one likely with small co-pays and very few restrictions. Many of the union plans here in Illinois involve the workers paying almost NOTHING towards their care, and rumbles of a strike whenever they are asked to contribute a dime.

For years public employees have taken advantage of various schemes to increase their pension benefits, such as getting a raise right before retiring so that they can receive higher lifetime payouts - and some of these items have started to get some coverage in the press (such as a recent articles describing the number of individuals who have received more than $1 million in cumulative pension benefits from the state of Illinois).

However, we haven't focused on the cost of health care plans for these employees, and how they are essentially bankrupting the state. Putting a price on these plans, such as the $31,000 / year for this worker, plus his pension benefits, and the fact that state workers are of course very likely to take disability somewhere down the line (when you pay their salaries for no work at all), then you can start to see the true cost of all the government employees in our midst.

We need to do more to show the true costs of each of these workers so that we can make sure that states are employing automation, outsourcing, and minimizing their overall impact on the economy rather than employing such expensive workers on the backs of the taxpayer.

Cross posted at Chicago Boyz

Dumb Advertising


I had to do a double take when I saw this bottle water advertisement while walking down the street in Chicago recently. Uh... ever hear of copy checking? This isn't LA.

The Postal Police


I had a laugh while walking near work when I saw the Postal Police had come into town. Recently I saw a "Curb Your Enthusiasm" season preview where they show scenes from getting the Seinfeld cast back together and it made me think of my favorite lines and shows.

One of them of course is when the postal police go after Jerry for sending back bricks (on Kramer's advice) for his broken stereo return and George's racy photo spread being investigated.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Michigan Employment


When I was back in college they had on campus interviewing. At the time in the very late 80's we were in a midst of a recession and I was pretty open to talking to virtually any company.

I received a call from a recruiter and he started talking to me about an opportunity with Ryder trucking. Then he said something that I'll never forget

"It's in Detroit and don't hang up"


The words ran together very closely and with urgency so it is obvious that this was a common problem, even then - as soon as people even heard the word "Detroit" they simply hung up the phone as a non-starter. I didn't hang up on the guy (I was too polite back then) but I certainly viewed it as some sort of last ditch, about-to-be-homeless type of opportunity.

I have since worked near Detroit (in the vast suburbs) and I don't want to slam the place based on stereotypes. The suburbs are very nice and the whole area seems to function OK - you might go into the city proper for a sporting event (which has security) but that's about it.

This Wall Street Journal article reminded me of that time with the recruiter as it describes how white collar employees, often managers with years of experience in fields like marketing and technology, are finding themselves being laid off from the auto makers and related industries in Michigan. I'm sure that many, if not most, are hard working people just trying to do their best in a difficult situation. Since the housing market in Detroit has pretty much collapsed as well, people can't sell their houses (except at a huge loss), and it isn't obvious where they'd go, so they are just remaining in the state and are trying to make ends meet however they can. One former manager that they profile is now a janitor.

However, the part that the article doesn't touch on, is the fact that Michigan is an incredibly hostile place to do business and there aren't going to be "new" industries that are going to crop up to give these experienced employees new opportunities. Let's look at it from the potential entrepreneur's perspective - do you want to locate in a state with 1) high taxes 2) a very highly unionized, political work force 3) frankly not so great weather 4) a completely dysfunctional, if not ruined, major city in Detroit?

They are going to lose out on new business to states with better weather, a better tax balance, no or limited unions, and frankly a more pro-business culture. That isn't the Detroit area, that's for sure.

With no renewal possibility, and likely even more activist government and harsher taxes as their remaining asset base (autos) winds down, the future looks utterly bleak. Nothing new is coming in of any substance, and they can watch Texas (and Florida, Arizona and Nevada, once they get over the housing bust) boom and just wonder why.

Cross posted at Chicago Boyz

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Dane County Regional Airport = Fail

I am posting this rant (complete with profanity) as a public service in the hopes that in the future Google will pick it up to save citizens of the Madison, WI area agony and anguish in their air travels. Everyone has heard a million bad flight stories so if this is not of interest to you, please stop reading here.

Today I took a flight from the Dane County Regional Airport in Madison, WI to Dallas. It was a direct flight. It is one of the few times that I have used the DCRA and you will soon understand why.

I cannot count the number of times in the past decade that the DCRA has failed to get their first flight of the day out of the airport on time. I will admit that it is not uncommon for a flight to be late, but it becomes more of a problem when you need to make a connection. The number of cities that the DCRA serves on a direct basis is very low. They are mostly connecting cities such as Chicago/O'Hare, Milwaukee, Cincy, Minneapolis, Detroit, Memphis, Dallas and Newark. There may be one or two more.

It's just that I will be damned that they can't get that first flight of the day off the runway on time. Today's excuse was that they overbooked the flight, and that the main runway was under construction so we needed to use a shorter runway. They needed to make a calculation to see how many people/bags they could allow on the plane to make our takeoff safe. It was a CIRCUS to watch the tarmac workers have to try to get the bags of the volunteers (who took a voucher in exchange for taking the next flight) out of the belly of the plane.

So all of us cattle crammed into a shitbox Embraer commuter jet - you know - the nice one with one seat on one side and two on the other, and you have to bend over walking through it so you don't hit your head. It had the usual broken seats and ripped magazine pockets. Filthy inside and out. I put my head in my hands and vowed to try to not touch anything.

A tarmac worker, the stewardess (who was a bitch) and the captain were huddled in the cockpit (they had the door open) trying to figure it all out. No fucking computer? No calculator? There HAD to be a very simple formula for the weight of the plane (let me guess: plane weight + fuel weight + people weight + bag weight = total weight that must be below "x") but they simply couldn't get 'er done on time and we were in the air 45 minutes late. Incredible incompetence inside the terminal and out. For once the TSA was the only professional folks, very polite and quick. I would assume plenty of people missed their Dallas connections since that taxi time on the ground was huge at DFW.

The best part is that they had to know this was coming because looking at the runway under construction, there had to be 100 or so construction vehicles out there. This didn't just happen in the last hour.

I mean, it is just mind boggling that they didn't have this figured out the previous morning. We need a few volunteers to give up their seats for a voucher blah blah blah and start that a HALF HOUR before pre boarding.

This is just the latest episode in the DCRA's record of lackluster service. I have been late for flat tires, doors not being able to be shut, late flight crews, and the granddaddy of them all, the world famous "the crew has too many flight hours so we must wait until they can fly once more" routine.

To anyone reading this, save yourself some aggravation and DO NOT use the DCRA unless you like spending the day in airports or it is a direct flight that you can afford to be late arriving (as was my luck today). Your best bet is to take a bus to Milwaukee Mitchell or O'Hare and get the non stop. A great plan is to drive to one of the hotels by the Mitchell airport and stay overnight the day before. You get to park at the hotels for up to two weeks for free, and they shuttle you to and from the airport for free. Easy peasy.

Back to our regularly scheduled blogging.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

That Time Of Year

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Only two weeks to go.


Here's a photo of the new and improved handgun range completed just this afternoon. The target boards are 6' tall. The hill in the woods behind the boards is at least 15' high.


Not bad for a temporary range we cobbled together in a few hours with the help of a borrowed front-end loader. Sure made it much easier.
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