Triple Whammy Eighth Anniversary

My ride through America’s wealth classes continues. Thirty-one years ago, I retired. (See my book, Dream. Invest. Live. for details.)Dream Invest Live cover Ten years ago, my portfolio was about to dramatically recover from the Internet Bubble, a divorce I asked for, and taking money out of the market to buy a house, my first true home. Eight years ago, my finances were hit by a Triple Whammy, or what I described as “two whammies and a flounder.” That began an unraveling my finances that has provided ample material for this blog and a planned sequel to Dream. Invest. Live. The journey isn’t over, but the path has improved from a rutted ditch to something smoother and straighter.

Statistics are hard to imagine as reality. Statistically, someone will somehow manage to always come out on top. Check the lives of many celebrities and public figures. Most include the word luck at some point in their biography, though it is glossed over as a minor details. Americans like to think success is a measure of merit. Statistically, for everyone who can flip heads up ten times in a row, there will be someone who gets the opposite. For thirty years, my investing strategy (Long Term Buy and Hold) was either lucky, skillful, or random; hence the repeated requests for me to write the book. Then the Triple Whammy.

Within a few months, my portfolio fell by 80%. Savings vanished. My portfolio was drained. I began early withdrawals from my IRA, incurring penalties at the very time I needed every dollar. I almost lost my house. (See Mortgage Modification Chronology for details.) All of this happened despite a diversified portfolio, several Lines In The Water, and detailed Backup Plans. Rainy day funds are essential, but there’s little advice available for what to do after they dry up, too. Fortunately, I’m fairly frugal. First that was by choice. Subsequently that was by necessity. Frugality became a skill honed several times a day. Oh yes, and it happened to happen as The Great Recession made it harder to sell a house, get a job, build a business, or move to a more affordable area.


As I wrote above, the journey filled this blog with a chronology I never expected.

The journey continues. Here are how some of my lines in the water and backup plans have produced, or not.

Applying for a job only succeeded at two interviews for full-time employment. One of those was because they simply wanted to see if someone with a resume like mine was real. (After they turned me down they admitted that my resume was legit and my skills were impressive, but I met 22 of their 24 criteria, and the two I missed were considered non-negotiable.) I’ve been told I’m over-qualified, know the wrong people (at least from one group’s perspective), and probably wouldn’t be considered because I was male. (They were open enough to tell me that they weren’t comfortable hiring males, and smart enough not to put that into writing.) If it was tough to get a job at 52, it would surprising to get one at 60.

My portfolio has yet to recover. Companies that became profitable and that would’ve commanded premium stock prices were sold or merged before my portfolio saw the benefit. Of the remaining stocks, AMSC was supposed to rebound from a theft of intellectual property, DNDN was supposed to recover from a missed earnings report, MVIS was supposed to succeed with a product within the next six to nine months – any day now. In August 2011, AMSC was trading at ~$54 down from peak of over $400; now it’s at ~$7. DNDN is harder to track because it was driven into bankruptcy after climbing from ~$3 to over $44. MVIS is now ~$0.60, but back then it was feeling tortured at ~$8 because several investors expected something more like $320. What felt bad then became worse with the years.

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My business, Trimbath Creative Enterprises, pulled me through:

  • as program manager for an online museum (,
  • information and social media manager for a now-defunct frugality non-profit (tons of irony there),
  • as a photographer (,
  • as a writer (including my books, as well as and,
  • and even as a business consultant to inventors, artists, and entrepreneurs (something that is very fulfilling).

My business continues to aid my income; but the biggest boost has been my transition to helping people buy and sell properties on Whidbey Island. (Disclosure: broker at Coldwell Banker Tara Properties) Finally, a job that doesn’t discriminate on gender or age, and then encourages skills and talents and hard work.

Real estate has also benefited my net worth, simply by living in my house. As the market has recovered, there have been months when my house’s appreciation has been much greater than any income I’ve earned. It’s hard money to spend, but it demonstrates the value of letting assets build assets. It’s hard to re-retire based on income alone. Money has to work at making more money.


Riding the roller coaster through America’s wealth classes reveals the view behind our many facades. What it’s like to be independently wealthy, and having to balance compassion and personal preservation. What it’s like to be zero net worth and be treated as if I had negative self-worth. (Poverty is always the person’s fault. Right? Not from what I’ve seen and witnessed.) What it’s like to have a job, work hard, and watch much of the money go to debt, insurance, and maintaining a house and a vehicle and various kinds of health. Vacations and those other things in the ads? Ha! That’s someone else’s world. And to see those with much much more with perspectives and situations otherwise unimaginable. And to see those with much much less with perspectives and situations otherwise unimaginable. When we lost our class-less society, or at least an attempt at a class-less society, we lost our few shared perspectives. Us versus them became much easier.

My path is getting smoother, but I’m not doing all of the work alone. The greatest help has been people who literally invested in my career(s). Thoughts and prayers are appreciated, but loans help until leads lead to income. Being able to appreciate beauty and nature, being able to meditate or exercise, being a good listener or story-teller are valuable for humanity; but the economy requires money for food, water, heat, clothes, transportation, housing, and the rest.

From where I stand, the future looks encouraging. That horizon is only weeks away, not years as before. With a bit of good fortune, the ten year anniversary of My Triple Whammy will be a wake and a remembrance, and maybe an opportunity to celebrate the publication and launch of the sequel to Dream. Invest. Live. Until then, there are clients to talk with, properties to research, and classes to attend – as well as books to write, photos to take, and clients to listen to and work with.

Thanks to everyone who has stayed tuned during this very trippy journey.

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Flipping To A Smartphone

My real estate colleagues are relieved. My fellow MVIS shareholders acknowledge a capitulation. I’m waiting for the first two bills to see how big a change it really is to go from a flip phone on Sprint’s network to a smartphone on AT&T’s network. Oh for the simplicity of a phone wired to the wall and the world via a network managed by a monopoly.

51fqu8xbkxl.sr160240_bg243243243I buy tools, not gadgets. I bought my first cell phone in about 1999 or 2000 because I was about to attempt a solo bicycle ride across America. It was a little pricey, but I was a millionaire at the time. Besides, a phone that combined the hardware and software to communicate via three kinds of analog and digital networks was necessary to work in every state. It would be handy for calling home, but its primary purpose was to call 911. The roads aren’t always friendly, or so goes the worry. It was an era when email existed, but public access was uncommon. Wi-fi and texting were even less common. The calls were expensive, but being able to connect was comforting. In eleven weeks of riding I never needed to phone in an emergency. It served its purpose.

A few years later, I continued to carry it around, but didn’t use it much. Most calls could wait until I was home. Few things needed immediate attention. Having a cell phone in my pocket was convenient. I knew cell phones were becoming ubiquitous when AAA assumed I was calling from one. The real test came on a hike near the Canadian border. That story is a long one. A full telling takes about 45 minutes, and I’ve been asked to repeat it because it involved sleeping with a dead body during a night so cold that my backpack stove froze on an arid summit with no water or protection. Maybe I’ll tell it some other time. I was the only person alive and on the mountain to guard the body, and to call in the recovery helicopter. Nothing gory, but there’s intrigue, mystery, and international implications. Depending on which side of the mountain I stood on, the phone would switch from power-hungry analog mode to a sketchy digital mode. At dawn, the battery only had enough power to pull in one erroneous text message, possibly the first I ever received. The best communication device that day was me waving my big orange guide jacket as I tried and succeeded at getting the helicopter’s attention. After that, dialing 911 anywhere became one of my key criteria for any cell phone.

Move forward a few years, and I moved from the mainland to Whidbey Island, a place notorious for coverage holes caused by folds in the Earth as well as remoteness of towers. I switched from Verizon to Nextel, which meant switching phones. At least Nextel’s phones had an energy-saving call-to-talk function. I never had to use it, and also had no reason to replace it. That was true until years later when Nextel sent me a letter telling me that they were removing the hardware from the towers that would talk to my phone. I could keep the phone, but it wouldn’t work. Evidently, I hold onto equipment longer than most. Why throw away something that works?

Somewhere in there I started watching my early-adopter friends proudly playing with their iPhones. Cool, but I didn’t have a need, so I didn’t make a change.

Kyocera cell phoneNextel was bought or merged with Sprint, which meant yet another change not required by me. The company had other plans, evidently. As years progressed, the service degraded. I could hold the phone in my hand, waiting for a call, then getting a note that I had a new voicemail. A call would come in, but not ring; even though the voicemail notification would arrive. It was embarrassing. Recently, the service was so poor that sometimes I gave up after trying ten times to connect a call. It was a common occurrence. As a consultant, writer, museum manager, and general member of the Gig Economy, it wasn’t an issue. Email ruled.

Two years ago, the pressure to change multiplied. I started on the path to becoming a real estate broker. Carrying a flip phone that could barely make a call or receive a text was a hindrance and a source of jokes. Some brokers solely survive on text messages, it seems. At least I got some good stories out of my old phone. And yet, I didn’t get a smartphone because I knew something better was coming.

There are Early-Adopters, the people who buy gadgets as soon as possible, almost as a sport. The general population comes later, and is responsible for the majority of sales. There’s a third wave of consumers that only change when they must, but then they do so from obvious benefit, not just from peer pressure or ad campaigns.

Screen shot 2018-01-06 at 7.20.35 PMFrom about the time I bought that first cell phone, I’ve been invested in a company mentioned frequently in this blog: MicroVision (NASDAQ: MVIS). For twenty years they’ve been teasing their version of The Next Big Thing: a cell phone with an embedded projector. Why stare at a tiny screen when you can create whatever display size you want? Why limit yourself? First, the idea was direct retinal display. Beam the image directly onto the retina and the image is daylight readable, completely private, and uses hardly any power. That idea evolved into an embedded projector that beamed the display on any surface in a way that couldn’t be out of focus. No need to hand the phone around to show a photo. Point it at the wall, the floor, or someone’s shirt and everyone can see it at the same time. As a bonus, it became possible to interact with the display as if it was an enormous tablet. With a potential like that, and investment like that, I delayed and delayed and delayed as I waited for a cell phone, now called a mobile phone, now called a smartphone with that capability.

Finally, just after getting my real estate license, it happened a variety of smartphones became available with always-in-focus, HD displays, that at close range were very bright and in darker rooms could be very large.  I almost bought one. They weren’t readily available in the US because the US market is no longer the main target. China, India, Brazil, Europe were leading the way. Can’t blame the companies. Go to where the money is. There’s money in the US, but there are larger middle classes elsewhere. When my preferred one dropped support for the US, and when MicroVision managed yet another delay and shift in strategy, I gave in.

A week ago I visited an AT&T store in Oak Harbor, at the other end of the island. Because of my business it was important that I kept my phone number, so I wanted to make sure we transferred things right. It took two hours. It actually began with a visit months ago when I investigated getting first one of those projector phones and then one of the regular smartphones. There was so much to learn that it took me months to return with my decision.

The $179 phone from earlier was gone, but there was a special deal for a $1/month phone for people switching service. Nice! Within the next two hours, that offer somehow vanished, and I left with a phone that may only cost me $104. OK, $179-$104 is still $75 less than I expected. The service was quoted at $80/month. That’s higher than my Sprint flip phone, but I recognized the upgrade, as well as the value of reliable service. All acceptable, with the bonus that I walked out of the store with a new phone and the transfer complete.

Then I got home. Instead of $80/month, the paperwork estimated next month’s bill to be over $300, and every subsequent bill to be over $200. What?! It was too late to call them back, so I waited a day.

The next morning, before I called the store, I decided to call AT&T’s Customer Service.  I’ve heard horror stories, but decided to talk to ‘corporate’. Whew. They said the next month’s bill was more like $200, and the subsequent bills would be $104. Then, the representative suggested I talk to someone else, usually not a good sign. I was wrong again. The next person listened to how I wanted to use it – as a phone that happened to have some other functions. Their next remark was something like; “Oh, they signed you up for way more stuff than you’ll ever need. I’m sure we can knock that down by $20. Let me put you on hold.” Going on hold to save $240 a year? Sure. Back on the line, the reduction was more like $35. $104-$35=$69. There will be taxes and such, but that’s a great relief from hundreds of dollars per month and thousands per year.

The story continues. I’m getting to ask my friends sheepish questions about how to make a call, answer the phone, track down voicemail, and find those pesky text messages. I’ll dive into emails and apps after I’ve figured out dial tones. The more important part of the story will wait a month or two. Until I receive the next two bills I won’t know for sure what I’m paying. At one extreme, I might have to do an emergency switch to some simpler service if the high-end bills happen. At the other extreme, the improved service may connect me with clients as we successfully complete transactions – all while barely increasing my monthly bills.

I don’t know which way it will go. That’s life. But going to an AT&T store conjured the contrast with the simplicity I recall against the complexity I’m witnessing. Stay tuned.


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Who Are You Wearing

This isn’t about wearing fur. Most clothes are made from plants (may they rest in peace for the sacrifice they made for our clothing), or oil (yucky, but useful), and occasionally wool or silk (close to fur because animals are involved, but much saner.) But are you wearing what you would wear if you choose the clothes that best fit your life, or like almost everyone, are you wearing what was on the rack or online and that fits, somewhat? A visit to South Whidbey’s local department (Webb’s in Freeland) and some time spent at the Whidbey Island Fair made me think about brands, messages, and freedoms. And then, there was a news item.


Webb’s is so local and well-established that I can’t find a web site for it. (Looking for Webb’s on the web pleases the writer and programmer in me.) No need for a web site, if you’re on the south part of Whidbey Island you’ll be able to find directions by asking another local. They have something there I greatly appreciate and plan to buy: baseball hats without logos, sports teams, brand names, or messages. It’s nice to have a hat that isn’t trying to detour a conversation. They probably have the other hats, too; but I’m not looking for those.

I already have many hats. Like most folks who’ve worked in the Gig Economy, it’s easy to accumulate resume hats and resume shirts. The hats are preferred because they’re easier to switch if you playfully want to wear the right hat for the right gig. Photo on 2017-05-07 at 10.52Changing shirts that often gets cumbersome. As I type, the hat beside me is “Photo-Press” from a volunteer photo gig I did with Hearts & Hammers (like Habitat for Humanity, but for repair instead of construction.) Behind me is my Coldwell Banker hat, for when I want to emphasize that I’m a real estate broker. (It helps in redirect otherwise distracting discussions so contractors, neighbors, and others can easily identify who is the broker and who is the buyer.) The pile of hats deserves its own rack. The same thing is true with T-shirts and polo shirts. As I type, I’m wearing a polo shirt from Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville bar, a souvenir from my bicycle ride across America (Just Keep Pedaling.) Instead of a resume, it’s a conversation starter.

The idea of wearing clothes with someone else’s name on them is new. Thank mass production and marketing. Now, it’s common to wear your favorite sports team, or political message; but it’s also common to wear brand names. We pay to advertise companies, declaring some allegiance, even if it was really just a case of finding something that fit, or at least fit the wallet. Go back a hundred years and athletes needed some of that display, which was better than shirts versus skins. Armies have needed such displays for thousands of years. Friendly fire and the fog of war aren’t new.

Over the weekend, Land’s End delivered a few T-shirts that I ordered. No logo. No pockets. Nothing extraneous. Even the little tag inside was minimized to being printed on the fabric, not some scratchy sewn-on label. (The history of those labels is surprisingly intense with labor unions and desperate messages, but that’s another story.) Even with such simple clothes, I’m wearing someone else’s idea of fit and function.

This weekend’s country fair was a reminder that it wasn’t that way hundreds of years ago. At the Fair there were handmade clothes, fabric arts from scarves to gowns. Not my style, but impressive work. One period piece from a seamstress known for creating new vintage clothing (Patrician Designs) was notable for the expertise involved, (the lack of good lighting for me to get a good photo), and the custom nature of the clothing. Then, there was more functionality incorporated into the fashion. Now, it is a fashion statement (or an art piece for some museum or gallery.) At the Fair there were also a range of choices. There were plenty of logos and such, but there were also handmade outfits, or clothes heavily personally tie-dyed or embellished. The clothes weren’t just being worn, they were displaying individuality.

Now, most of us wear what’s available. If we can’t find it, we aren’t likely to design it, sew it, or custom hire it. (I’m sure clothiers will be happy to do so.) It’s a luxury to wear something that fits and that doesn’t intrude on the wearer’s personality.

As I sit here in my real estate office, I realize that people are probably more likely to hire an architect to custom design a house than to hire a tailor or dress designer. Why not work with someone to make pants with the right pockets, shirts with the right collars, a kilt or a dress that’s gender neutral yet functional?

Cost, of course; and familiarity. Few folks can afford architects, yet there are several on the island. Fewer are familiar with the idea of buying clothing that isn’t as convenient as possible – even though clothes cost less than houses. Those T-shirts I bought were all on sale. Not quite the colors I wanted, but they weren’t black or white, either. That’s about as expressive as I’m willing to afford.

And then there is other consequence of wearing someone else’s name. I like New Balance’s shoes. Sorry, Nike; but New Balance has helped me complete a few marathons, walking tours, and hikes. I don’t know why, but their shoes fit my feet better than any brand I’ve tried. But, wearing their shoes means wearing their logo, and wearing their logo reminds me of their CEO’s political positions. It’s possible to find dress shoes that don’t have logos on display, but running and hiking shoes don’t provide those options. Shoes, in particular, must fit well. They may be the most functional clothing we wear, at least when the weather behaves. But their fit and function can be far secondary to their corporate owner’s opinions. My opinions don’t get such a display.

Except within nudist communities or for recluses, we silly humans must cover up to not distract each other with our natural humanity. Clothes are a necessity. Individuality has become a luxury. I’m glad I know people who can enable theirs and others individualities. As for me, I’ve got some ideas, but for a while it will continue to be mass-produced sales and simplicity – maybe with a bit of Sharpie work to cover up a logo or two. Nah. That wouldn’t be stylish.

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We Are Comfortable

If you are reading this, there’s a good chance you’re comfortable. There’s also a chance that you’re reading this on your phone or in a library or at work because that’s your only choice. Those may be two answers to one question I’ve heard recently; “Why aren’t more people marching in the streets?” Climate change, politics, social injustice, labor issues seem to inspire parades and marches more regularly in other countries, but less so in the US. A core reason for fewer marches may be poorer personal finances and whether people feel the need or the want to spend the time.


Time is money, but time is more than that. Money isn’t time, but depending on how much you have determines how you spend your time. If you don’t have enough money, you may not have enough ‘free’ time to spend advocating for wages or benefits for yourself, or on community or global issues. For some with enough money to have plenty of free time, marching may seem disingenuous. It’s hard to advocate for a higher minimum wage when you can’t answer the question about what it’s like to not have enough in the modern age. Recollections from three decades ago no longer apply as social mobility has stalled. There can be an element of guilt if the comforts came from careers spent at corporations that funded a retirement while also causing the issue that inspired the march. Fortunately, many march regardless.

Marches are rarely convenient. They only catch the news when the numbers reach high enough, and that necessitates siting them in cities. There are enough million-people marches to show up on the evening news, but they show up because they are also rare. Large cities can have large marches, especially if they also have cheap mass transit. (Hello, rest of the world.) Parking a few hundred thousand cars isn’t feasible in most places. Just imagine the porta-potties. For smaller cities, imagine the commutes many must undertake to arrive at the scene. Imagine the traffic before and after, then interruptions in the middle. Very inconvenient.

There’s a personal cost, too. Take a million-person march as a simple example. Without cheap transportation or free food or paid time off, each person can easily spend $100 for the event in real costs or lost wages. That’s potentially $100,000,000 dedicated to a cause that may only result in at most a couple of minutes in the news. 

And then, there’s questioning the effectiveness. In some countries, governments listen – whether through duty or fear. 

Within the last few years there was an article about the D.C. police force’s shifting priorities. They continue to control parades, but except for a few major events, the parades are getting smaller and there’s less call to quiet them. According to the police officers interviewed, the politicians know how to avoid and ignore the protesters. The police now know how to relax – most of the time.

Unfortunately, the need for conversations may be even greater than before. Issues are now global, even if they seem local. We are affected by the price of tea in China (or at least I am. #TomTea)

With enough time and other resources it would be interesting to compare the amount of time and resources spent in a million-person march from a decade ago against the social media traffic about the same topic now. 

Activism online takes less time and money; and some would argue, takes so little effort to make many of the comments trivial. A new weird element in the modern world is that a tweet or a video made by one person can be the catalyst that necessitates change. Hundreds or thousands of similar posts can go by with only a few Likes and Shares, and then one stands out that brings criminals to justice, compels governments to act, educates populations of the necessity to change lifestyles and choices. The weirdest part is that researches have uncovered the unpredictable and chaotic nature of whether a post will go viral or not. A good reason to post, even if you think it will be ignored.

I have mixed emotions about what I see on social media. Too little of it is truly social. So much of it is about advocacy across an overwhelming diversity of opinions. (And yet, I know of none that perfectly match my perspective.) At the same time, the social posts connect me with friends, and I’m impressed with how many people actually critically judge and develop their positions. 

I rarely participate in a parade or a march for a cause. Too much of is seems like preaching to, or maybe just walking, with a choir. Solidarity is confirming, but if no one else is listening, that’s all it may be.

Mass marches, protests, and parades caused change. My hometown and its region are known for union activities that revolutionized industries: iron, steel, coal, trucking, teaching, et al. My house was within a few miles of the Homestead Massacre, where 10 people died. My Dad’s hometown was a coal company town, a concept that was eradicated because it was so unjust. Trucking strikes, teachers’ strikes, strikes from a time when strikes were effective, which I now recognize happened because of people who lived there, people who were far from comfortable and actually in deadly danger. 

People today are also in deadly danger. Some jobs remain that risky. Many lives are seeing increasing risk. The planet is in turmoil. There are occasional marches and parades; but about the only place we gather regularly is online. Maybe that’s OK. People today are also more comfortable or may not be unable to spend the time or money to gather anywhere else, two more reasons why people aren’t in the streets. But just because they’re sitting somewhere comfortable does not mean they feel comfortable. They’re parading, but individually, online, in ways they couldn’t before, possibly with results that were unimaginable. 

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Minimum Wage Housing

This isn’t about me and my personal finances directly, but it makes me think. Finally, the minimum wage is rising. Local governments are realizing that the people who run their cities and towns need to make enough to live in the cities and towns. The new norm is $15/hour. That’s more than twice the federal minimum wage. At least for where I live, that’s still not enough. I’m wondering about that. Welcome to a journey as my thoughts stroll through some arithmetic and realities.

Disclosure: There are experts in this field and I’m not one of them. I wrote a book about personal finance from my perspective (Dream. Invest. Live.)Dream Invest Live cover, and am a licensed real estate broker (with Coldwell Banker Tara Properties on Whidbey Island); but I am not a financial advisor. I’m just someone witnessing a social disconnect.

Let’s play with that $15/hour. Yay! Every hour make almost enough to pay for a movie and popcorn, or maybe a non-fast-food meal, or – well – not much really. That $15/hour is the total. Knock it down by taxes and life and watch it shrink. It’s easy for the first hour of the day paying for getting to work and the last hour of the day paying for getting home. Divide that income by two and four hours can be spent paying to get to and from work. Life is more than work, but with so little left, it becomes obvious why those with little see little benefit. They might just be getting from one job to another.

Let’s multiple that $15/hour by 2000 hours, roughly a full-time work year. The result is $30,000/year. That at least sounds better. Surely, that’s sustainable, especially from the perspective of someone in 1990. But not really. Median income in 1990 was $54,621. In 2017 it was $61,372. That isn’t much of a change considering that’s only 12% in 27 years.

Make that a monthly instead of a yearly number by dividing by 12 and get $2,510. At least that’s more than rent or mortgage in many places.

Ah, but there’s more to life than housing. The rule of thumb is that other bills eat up about 70% of non-housing expenses meaning people shouldn’t have to spend more than 30% of their gross income on rent or mortgage. That means $753/month spent on housing. In my work as a real estate broker I concentrate on people owning rather than renting, so I’ll concentrate on mortgages.

Pull up an online mortgage calculator (I just typed in “google home mortgage calculator”), type in $753 for a monthly payment, accept the 3.92% they auto-filled for a fixed 30-year mortgage, and find that results in a mortgage loan amount of $159,259. With 20% down on a ~$160,000 mortgage a person can shop for a ~$190,000 house.


Out of ~300 houses in my area, none are available at that price. Out of just under 190 houses sold in 2019, only 4 were in that price range.

Pausing and pondering – though your eyes will proceed much more quickly to the next paragraph.

I’m not the only one pausing and pondering. I’m thinking about many of my friends, friends who usually have more than one job, and who have more than the minimum level of expenses. Families must be raised. Some health issues can’t be ignored. Insurance increases every year as each of us ages. Education is expensive in time and money. Short term setbacks can take years to recover from. Making enough takes more than simply having a job.

I hear from people who have more than enough, who hear the economy is doing well, that unemployment is down, and that insurance is subsidized. Some of them don’t understand how anyone could be homeless or struggling.

A job is not enough.

Minimum wage is not enough.

Or maybe we should rename or redefine minimum wage. What would be the minimum wage to minimally sustain a reasonable life, a minimum livable wage?

Instead of looking at a $190,000 house, how much would it take to afford a $300,000 house? Go back to that same calculator, plug in $240,000 (assuming an extra $60,000 for the downpayment – and how they’re going to save that up is a mystery considering that it is more than one year’s gross income), and get a monthly payment of $1,135. Add in the other 70% of living expenses and get to $3,783 gross monthly income. Multiply by 12 for an annual salary of $45,400. And be looking at a number that probably exceeds the expectations of most people with service or low-skilled-labor jobs – frequently the people who see who are serving us food or mowing our lawns.

Of course, one answer is to rent, and possibly rent forever. That can work. But, again, that’s assuming they’re making minimum wage or better. For folks trying to only pay $753 per month, there are fewer than a half dozen apartments on the island. Even RV spaces in backyards are charging $1,000 per month.


Much of the housing debate discusses ways to provide additional housing. Perhaps the affordable housing issue has less to do with housing and more to do with what’s affordable. What’s affordable can be changed by making housing that is cheaper, or finding ways to help people make more money. There are places with housing shortages, but income shortages can be alleviated without infrastructure, environmental impact, or permit processes.

Personal finance issues usually have more than one side: assets versus liabilities, income versus expenses. If it seems like there’s a lack of progress on one issue, consider addressing its counterpoint. Maybe instead of building more houses we find ways to raise wages – and then let those people decide whether they want to rent, build, or buy.

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Hearing From Healers

I’m thinking about what the doctor said, and I heard it over a week ago. That’s powerful medicine. This was not a conversation with someone in a white lab coat who was wearing a stethoscope as if it was a necklace. This was a traditional doctor from different tradition. No needles required. A much smaller bill, too. Good health is a necessity, except in America where it is treated as a luxury. I’m glad I found a few frugal ways to help me through tough times.

I’ve written about the innovations and insights I’ve experienced at my naturopath’s office. Molly Fox’s office is part of Water’s Edge Wellness Center. I mention that by its full name because it can be difficult to call it a clinic, or to apply any other typical medical label to a place that happily isn’t typical. Sure, I have health insurance. It’s required. But, I rarely use it. At 1/5th the subsidized cost and about 1/10th the total cost, I get health care I can use. (Almost) anxiety-free. 

That ‘almost’ is my issue, brought on by the reaction and impersonal care from traditional western medical practitioners. They meant well, but their approach was like a steamroller driver apologizing for running over a body part. “Sorry, but I couldn’t stop this thing.” 

Frugality is different depending on whether it is exercised by choice or by necessity. By choice, frugality is fashionable. By necessity, frugality is a survival tactic that can be mistaken for style when it is really part of a struggle. The lessons linger because they’ve tested core values. Passing through such a time results in a deep appreciation of what really matters – also with an appreciation of true luxury.

I saw a McLaren drive past the office. That’s luxury for some. Not for me. That’s passing necessity, accelerating through luxury, and shouting excess. On the race track in a competitive race, it would be almost a necessity. On a road with speed limits and ‘No Passing” zones, it actually makes me a little sad. Imagine the work of those mechanics and engineers trying to maneuver around speed bumps and gravel parking lots.

Thinking about winning the lottery jackpot has changed as I’ve gone from middle class to millionaire to muddling by. The period after winning originally involved extended trips, philanthropy, and several other items probably listed somewhere in my millions of words online. Besides some necessities like taxes, top of my list now is helping others who helped me and others, and helping myself to better health. Financial troubles can encourage medical troubles. Maybe I’d fund a study to see if every year of too few funds takes months, years, or decades for recovery. 

A recent naturopath visit (something I typically do monthly because they encourage that to the point of making it a no-extra fee service) highlighted the opportunity for me to see another of the professionals in their office: Haley Lee, Intuitive & Healer. She practices Qigong, a practice that reaches back 4,000 years with a name that’s much more recent, as I understand it. And I can say that I do understand it, at least a bit. Decades of practicing karate continue to teach me about other perspectives. I respect them.

From what I can tell, chi, qi, and ki are names for the same thing but in different languages. Tai chi, Qigong, the ki in the kiai in karate – I’m sure deep practitioners in each discipline could make distinctions. I was comfortable enough to accept the suggestion from my naturopath for such a treatment. I’m glad I did.

Whether from natural talent, practice, or chance connection, Haley Lee managed to open a conversation that poured more of my life story into one hour than another other human has managed. She heard, then she got to work. Attempting to explain her practice would be like describing an elephant’s heart by talking about one of its ears. Yes, they’re connected, but too much is missed in the description. An ear flapping isn’t the same thing as a heart pumping.

The session was relaxing, but the discussion afterwards was invigorating and continues to resonate. She gave me and my subconscious a lot to think about. There are implications for more than my physical health. Stress continues to be an issue, though one that is abating. Her insights help with the why and the how, and my management and self-creation of stress. 

Thanks to Haley and Qigong, I’ve spent several evenings on the front deck at sunset wondering about me and the world. Until the mosquitoes chase me back inside.


Ah, those were the days. Some day, again.

I’m not the only one working through issues in a world filled with dysfunctional conventions. 

Yes. The economy is improving. Unemployment is down. Interest rates are low. But. Much of the wealth gain is in assets unavailable to most. Wages are up, but folks without full-time employment may find they can’t get a job, or even an interview, and may have to combine five gigs to sustain one person. They’re employed, but they probably can’t afford a house or even rent; may not have benefits; and may find they can pay for insurance but spend so much on it that they can’t make claims against it. My two greatest expenses are the buckets for taxes and the buckets for insurance. They both exceed what I spend on mortgage interest.

Recently, someone going through tough times asked me how I got through my tough times. If there was one general rule for navigating my toughest times it was to respect conventional wisdom, but to continue on to the unconventional when the conventions weren’t working. We’re in a world that is changing. Chaos is common. Things don’t make sense. Trying to make them fit a model from fifty years ago ignores realities and advances in technology, society, the economy. 

I’m glad I found health care providers who focus more on caring for health than caring for bureaucracies. I enjoy the irony that many consider them unconventional when they’re practicing methodologies that are thousands of years older than conventional western medicine. There are advantages to healing the whole self, not just medicating the symptoms of the body. 

In my toughest times, I realized and witnessed the benefit of treatments considered non-traditional from a western perspective. They were cheaper, less invasive, and more effective than the far more expensive doctors and hospitals in insurance company brochures. 

When I couldn’t afford even those services I recalled an observation from the counselor who navigated me through my divorce. After a few months of sessions I asked him if I was nuts, or crazy, or whatever term they preferred. His response was simple. No. His insight was valuable. He acknowledged that most of what he does is listen, and that’s all I really needed. It’s a rare action in our active world. He pointed out that decades ago people were much more likely to vent, whether it was at the bar or at a car party. Those outlets became less available as the danger of drinking and driving became more apparent, and as people could or had to replace leisure time with working yet another job. Stress relief is healthy, we have fewer outlets for it now, and his business keeps busy simply listening. One of the most affordable and positive activities for improving health is to find a friend and listen to each other. Talk and listen. Acknowledge each other’s emotions and situations. Respect confidences. Build trust. The cost of a cup or a mug is far less than a psychologist’s session or a visit to the hospital.

Now, time for me to sit back and think. Watching Haley work inspired this blog post. Thinking about her insights inspires yet another cup of tea, glass of wine, puff on the pipe… It’s a good thing my session was in the summer. Sitting this much on the deck in winter would be a bit wet and chilly.

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Semi Annual Exercise Mid 2019

From my 2018 end of year portfolio review:

Within the next six months I won’t be surprised to hear good news from:

  • Asterias (under its new ownership of BTX) as their treatment for damaged nerves progresses,
  • Geron as it makes progress through its cancer treatments.
  • MicroVision because CES 2019 is near and management guided towards cash flow positive or profitability sometime this year. 

I don’t expect startling news from AMSC or NPTN because their technologies have already been developed and introduced to the market, and both are selling to commercial, not retail, customers that are more likely to grow without press releases or customer testimonials.

The ones I didn’t expect anything from delivered the nothing I expected, and even less. The ones I expected something from did the same; and true to form, MVIS failed to deliver again. 

Welcome to my semi-annual portfolio exercise. As others have advised, it makes sense to regularly revisit investment decisions to see if they continue to make sense. It’s too easy to buy and forget. Congratulations on investing, something so few do; but not following through is simply being forgetful, not something insightful. Of course, since my Triple Whammy about eight years ago, I can’t point to great success from attempts at proper attention to my portfolio. 

Back then I had a more diversified portfolio of about eight stocks. That was down from a dozen or so, but that number was reduced by my divorce. For several years, the portfolio was growing again; but then trouble hit DNDN (despite FDA approval for a cancer vaccine), AMSC (as a customer decided to steal the product and become a competitor), and MVIS (as a key supplier decided to supply materials for smartphones instead of pico-projectors.) So it goes. So it went.

My portfolio now is based on AMSC, BTX, GERN, MVIS, and NPTN. Even that is less diverse in some regards because I have BTX because they bought AST that was spun off from GERN; and I have NPTN because I bought back into an industry I was cut out of when GGOX which bought LMRA which was spun off from MVIS was bought out by a larger company just as MVIS’ technology became profitable. Basically, my portfolio is AMSC, GERN and spinoffs, and MVIS and spinoffs. 

stock family tree

This exercise, however, has helped me understand why I own what I own. This exercise makes it easier to keep track of those histories, and this exercise makes it easier for me to track whether my original rationales have changed. In general, I own these stocks now for the same reason I bought them then – but with some shifts. 

Dream Invest Live coverMy investment strategy worked for decades (details in my book that’s the basis for this blog, Dream. Invest. Live.), buy stock in small, positively disruptive companies that are overlooked and possibly undervalued, then sell when the companies succeed and the stocks trade at a premium. It worked with AOL, PIXR, SBUX, and several tech stocks. It almost worked with AMSC and DNDN. Despite being in green technologies, it didn’t work for GAIA and RSOL. It may yet work for all five of my current investments, hence my continuance of Long Term Buy and Hold (LTBH). 

In the meantime, however, each of these aging startups have seen drastic dilution and encroaching competition. A 50% dilution drops the potential gain by 50%, and some of these stocks have seen twenty-fold dilutions which continue. Encroaching competition means less market share for technologies that may finally be coming to market. 

The most common quick response to my portfolio performance is that I obviously did something wrong, but such responses are easiest in retrospect. Other possibilities are that the nature of investing has changed thanks to high-speed trading, rabid short-sellers, and an investment community drawn to mega-caps instead of micro-caps. It’s also possible, as some investment friends pointed out, that I simply had a perfect storm of bad luck. Statistically, it has to happen to someone. Oh goody. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it was me.

Maybe it won’t be my case forever. AMSC has lined everything up for profiting from improving the efficiency of electrical grids. AST’s (oops, BTX’s) proof of helping accident victims regain control over some of their limbs helps a powerful unmet need. GERN’s progress in fighting cancer slowly progresses, but it hasn’t stopped, either. MVIS was supposed to have very good news in June. Maybe they’ll post their press release while I’m typing and posting this. NPTN was undermined by a tweet and a trade war, which should be temporary. 

Eight years ago my portfolio was sufficiently large enough to re-retire me. Now, dilution and selling to pay bills has diminished my expectations. Yet, simply returning to my original cost positions would provide me with years of living expenses, a comforting cushion as I continue to regain financial freedom. 

“Perseverance pays” versus “Doing the same thing but expecting different results is a form of insanity.” I’m a fan of nature. I see evidence of waves eroding cliffs, and forests sprouting from a few seeds. I’m a patient person with a tendency to endurance endeavours. (Check out some of my other books for some examples.)BarclayforDrew

I also understand arithmetic. Investing is basically trusting to simple yet un-intuitive ideas like compounding principal. Several times I’ve built savings, spent them, then built them again. Save up, go back to college and get a masters in Aerospace and Ocean Engineering. Save up, and get a house. Save up, and retire at 38. Save up, and finally buy a home instead of a house. Save up – and oops, hit a Triple Whammy and a Great Recession. There has been a slight – nah – significant delay. I am now working back to making enough that I can spend less than I make so I can have enough to invest. I won’t be starting from nothing. I have a wealth of experience, a very clear understanding of my wants and needs and resources, and a clearer knowledge of what the world may compensate me for and with. 

A regular review reviews more than its superficial goal. Whether it is stocks, or something else, conducting such an exercise becomes a catalyst for reviewing a life; and an examined life is truly living. Now, excuse me before I start typing about “Why are we here?”. I may be thinking it, but that’s a bonus I enjoy for myself – for my self – for now.

Here are the links to the discussion boards I use. Those discussions are less philosophical and hopefully more practical. Feel free to comment here or there, and to pass along links to others. The bigger the discussion, the better the chance of valuable insights (as long as the trolls and flamers are moderated appropriately.) Pardon the paywalls. If there’s enough interest, I can repost those posts here.

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Perfectly Imperfect Plans

A friend reminded me;
“Better is the enemy of good enough.”
which brought to mind,
“Humans are imperfect. So, if you think you’re perfect, you’re not human.”
“No plan survives contact with reality.”
But it would be so nice if things were done right. Right. But striving for the perfect version of right means many things don’t get done – and there’s so much that needs to be done personally and globally.

My plans certainly haven’t worked out. Conventional wisdom holds that “If you imagine it, it will happen.” (Assuming certain levels of effort, of course.) I planned to work on the second generation space shuttle, which I did, but we didn’t build it. Alas. I planned to retire early (which I did) by living a frugal lifestyle (which I still do). It looked promising to such an extent that many people thought I was too positive. Then, partly thanks to my Triple Whammy, I was un-retired; at which point many of those same people told me I wasn’t succeeding because I was too negative. (Do they listen to themselves?) And yet, I will give myself credit for accomplishing a lot. (Now, if only I could get paid for it!)

Life isn’t dull. Ideas run around me thanks to friends who are artists, entrepreneurs, inventors, and creatives. Ideas, plans, actions, accomplishments. It’s a natural order. Ideas are in great supply. Plans are fewer, which means each plan is an accomplishment; but unless they lead to action, the accomplishment or goal is less likely to be met. Actions are impressive. People actually doing rather than just talking tend to get noticed, even if they’re working quietly. Accomplishments make the news, frequently with a suggestion that it was inevitable and that anyone could’ve done the same thing if they’d followed the same steps. Life is more complicated than that.

I enjoy planning. Want a multi-level, multi-year, program plan for your multi-million dollar project? Sign me up! I actually enjoyed drawing out plans for designing, building, certifying, and operating new types of vehicles for Boeing. It wasn’t directly my job. My job was to design to them to fly safely. Between a sketch of an outline of a concept and something airlines would buy and operate was a great gap of “invent something here.” I’ve done similar things for non-profits, and those creatives I mentioned above. A plan can be scary because it looks like it is set in concrete, but it is written in sand that will shift as soon as anything happens near it. But, without that plan, accomplishments rely on luck (or very flexible goals.)

As I mentioned in a Facebook conversation recently;

But hey, I’m the guy who bicycled across the US without a route, and walked across Scotland based on a flight in and a flight out.” That worked because I had no expectation that I’d reach Key West or Aberdeen. They were vacations based on day-to-day plans redefined every evening. But there were still plans, and actions.

Personal finance is intimidating. Someone in their twenties understandably doesn’t want to have to think about what their life will be like in seventy years. There’s no way to plan for that, especially in this time and place. Within the next seventy years the planet, technology, society, and the economy will shift. That does not mean not planning. It does mean planning for the long term by making continually updated short term plans. Spend less than you make and invest the rest will continue to be applicable as long as spend, make, and invest are applicable. Maybe they won’t be within that time. It’s easy to imagine changes to climate, weather, computers, artificial intelligence, justice and injustice, financial inequality, and even the nature of currency. If a plan assumes life in 2019 is a good guess of life in 2089 and never changes, well, that’s unimaginable.

Planning for life in 2089 is unimaginable, but look around and see how many people in 2019 are trying to plan and act as if it is 1949. Don’t get stuck in any particular period. Period.

At the other extreme is the classic “paralysis by analysis”. Prepare a plan, and before it’s acted upon notice that things changed, so go back and plan again. That can be done forever. It’s a great way to procrastinate. While I was encouraging someone else to act, I realized I was doing the same thing on another of my projects. I had a plan, but wasn’t getting to it because I didn’t want to get started until I knew the plan would succeed. Nice idea, but nothing was getting done.

So, last night I ignored my normal plans, sat down at the computer late which is not normal, and simply started even though I didn’t know exactly how I’d finish. Two hours later I produced a two minute video based on my most recent photo essay, Twelve Months at Maxwelton Beach. I was supposed to have that done months ago. I put off two hours of work for over a hundred days. It was one more item on my To Do list that was gathering electronic dust. Now, it’s available on YouTube.

Photos aren’t finances, but the principle applies. I had an idea. I had a plan, but I wasn’t acting on it. As soon as I did, the plan changed (oh, the vagaries of shifting software, or at least my memory of it), and a short time later I’d accomplished the task. Is it perfect? No. But, it’s good enough. How about plans for my finances? Sure, I have some. Working as a real estate broker means personal finance plans can shift with every sale, and with every gap between sales. 1) My goal is to get back to making more than I need to spend so 2) I can get back to spending less than I make and then 3) investing the rest. Then, I’m planning to un-un-retire or re-retire. You see, I’ve got these plans…

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My Mortgage Modification – Five Years Later

Almost five years ago I reached a major milestone.

“The short story: I get to keep my house, and here’s how it happened.” – My Mortgage Modification Chronology

This month I have progress to report. What? You thought that was the end of the story? Even episodes in our lives have sequels, and sequels have plot twists.

The Good News

I’m still in my house, my only residence in forty years that feels like home. It is the smallest and the best. I also feel sorry for it. While my financial situation is dramatically improved, there are more than enough maintenance projects to keep me and my budget busy for months or years. Even winning the lottery would mean taking a while to get everything done. That’s okay. In my time as a real estate broker, I’ve yet to find a property I like more, regardless of price. I can imagine something sweeter, but so far it is only in my dreams.

The Mortgage Reality

Thanks to Parkview Services free counseling services I was able to navigate the HAMP program and renegotiate my mortgage from about 5.75% (as I recall) to 2%. 2%! My monthly payments dropped to something affordable as long as I maintained my frugal lifestyle (and deferred some maintenance.) Everyone agreed I just needed more time to rebuild my career, business, and financial situation. That process continues, which ironically involves helping other people buy and sell homes and land. I’ve been a millionaire, and I’ve fought foreclosure. I have clients at both ends of that scale and in the middle, too. An interesting sweep of perspectives.

Browse back through those links above for how I (and Parkview) did it. Basically, HAMP would try a variety of financial mechanisms to make a mortgage affordable. Drop the interest rate to 2%. Lengthen the period to 40 years. Forgive the interest on some of the debt. Select in order as needed to make it work, if possible. My mortgage became a 40 year, 2% mortgage, with the interest for a few thousand forgiven.

I let it all slip into history as I worked and worked. A wakeup call came from a financial news interview a couple of years ago. It wasn’t a job interview, it was a news interview ( They interviewed me to better understand why someone would accept a 40 year mortgage. Long mortgages drop monthly payments, but increase interest payments overall. Read My 40 Year Mortgage for that story. The interviewer pointed out that my new mortgage wasn’t a fixed rate. It was an ARM, a dreaded ARM, that was due to increase in 2019. Vague memories remembered that detail.

Fine by me. Interest is only a part of my monthly payment: interest, principal, taxes, insurance. The ARM has limits. This month it jumped from 2% to 3%. A large percentage increase but on a much smaller number than the whole. The difference is about what I spend on gas for my truck each month. The ARM is due to jump next year, too; but that’s only another 1% at which point it should be capped at 4% – a historically low number. It will happen about the time my pension drops, but my income should compensate by then.

The Bonus

One aspect of HAMP is a series of bonuses for good behaviour, or at least paying the mortgage on time. Every year, so quietly that the Customer Service people have to look it up each time, HAMP pays down my principal by $1,000 for a total of $5,000. That’s months of principal payments every year. It confuses the mortgage company, and requires me to double check my bills; but I’m happy that it happens. For a mortgage like mine, that’s equivalent to ~ 2% the value of the remaining debt. Thanks.

The Market

EQ6V-5rTMeanwhile, the real estate market moves on – impressively so since 2014. Remember 2014? The Great Recession? How quickly and easily we forget. For a house under 1,500 square feet (mine’s 868 square feet), the median sales price in 2014 was $191,200. May 2019, $327,200. That’s $136,300 in five years, or about $27,260 per year. My house has made almost as much as my business has made – and with a lot less effort. Basically, for every month I’ve been in the house I’ve passively accrued a month’s living expenses. Real estate can be quirky. (Understatement.) Compound growth can be phenomenal. (Another understatement.

Some people ask why I don’t sell. Easy. If I sell, I lose housing that I love, at a price that’s more affordable than renting something drearier, and I miss out on the additional appreciation without making enough to buy. Will I sell? Not if I don’t have to or want to; but I won’t say never because never isn’t a word to rely on.


The market is up. Great! So are tax assessments. Oops. At least for now, that’s acceptable. I don’t mind paying for government services. Let’s hope my income grows faster than those taxes.


No. Not mine. Not me. I think I’ll be fine. My mortgage company, however, has filed for bankruptcy. Plot twist! Aren’t you glad you kept reading? Yes. A few months ago I received a letter with their name on it, the word ‘bankruptcy’ and I wondered if somehow they were going to make me go bankrupt, or they thought I had filed for it. Nope. It’s them. Considering some of their business practices I saw in practice, I’m not surprised. In a dream world, their bankruptcy would clear my debt; but in the real world debt operates differently. If you want a window into that weird world, check out John Oliver’s video. Still, I can dream.

What’s Next

I don’t know. Isn’t that the classic question with the impossible answers? No one knows what’s next. All we can do is guess. On a personal finance level, my income, asset, expenses, and liabilities will all shift. That’s all I know. Act as if tomorrow will be like yesterday, work and hope to make it better, repeat. I do have a new dream property in mind. It sits there with my thoughts of winning the lottery jackpot. In the meantime, I have a house that I can call home. Too few can say that. Now, about that paint, and that roof patch, and that window, and that dishwasher…

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Affording Housing

The topic came up again. How can working people afford housing? I’ve always been aware of the choices too many people must make to find a place to live. Going to school (Virginia Tech) next to Appalachia will do that. Now, as a real estate broker, I’m hearing about it much more. Thanks to the talks I’ve given at the local libraries, I was invited to yet another meeting of people struggling to help people who are struggling. The meetings have been about Whidbey Island, but one factoid from the most recent meeting proved the issue is pervasive.

One estimate suggests the nation needs 11 million affordable housing units, but only 4 million are available.” – More About Too Little Housing

As they pointed out in the meeting, this isn’t even about homelessness (which is bad enough). This is about finding places for people who have jobs.

By common guidelines, incomes under ~$60K can be considered low income, especially when measured against housing costs. From a quickly typed tweet; “a $36950 annual means a $923 rent target but $1600 is the market rate.” ” – More About Too Little Housing

It’s enough to make some people think about moving across the country. I’ll use my family’s house near Pittsburgh and my home near Seattle as examples. Zillow estimates my family’s 925 square foot house at about $130K. Zillow estimates my 868 square foot house at about $340k. Sure, mine has a view; but similarly sized houses on Whidbey without views are at about $295K. Take that $295K and go to my childhood neighborhood and get a house four times larger. I’m not planning to make that move, but others might – especially if they are driven by necessity.


But, who wants to move? Businesses, careers, and jobs don’t pack and ship as easily as movers can move a household. Young families in dynamic industries may be able to do so; but older folks may not. Besides, sometimes culture does matter. Don’t be surprised to find members of the LGBTQ community who purposely left their family’s community, and who don’t feel welcome, or even safe, in similar regions.

Several years ago I almost lost my house. Thanks to a lot of work, government programs, and a volunteer organization I was able to keep it. (More about that soon as a critical long-term milestone approaches.) While going through that I had to consider my options in case we didn’t succeed.

Sell the house

That’s an obvious first consideration, but keep in mind that the mortgage, sales costs, and commissions get subtracted from the sales price. Even if there’s money left over, the issue of relocating work and life will cost money, too; and includes the risk that the move will not succeed. But, for some, they may find that they have been land rich while being cash poor. I can think of several people who can retire sooner than expected – but they’d have to give up their home, a view, a garden, a lifestyle.

Get a roommate

Getting a roommate works if the house works. Adding an extra person to an overworked septic system isn’t a good idea. Every house has quirks, but if everyone adjusts to them, then there’s a bonus of a pile of stories to tell later. Ideally and mathematically it can work, but divorces can happen because two people in love can’t manage to live together. Two strangers might have the same issue. Another bonus: increasing the number of people living in a house dramatically reduces the carbon footprint.

Become someone else’s roommate

Same logic, but flipped, and comes with the freedom of being able to move on if something better arises.

Go communal

Communes never really went away. They’ve resurfaced in a variety of forms: intentional communities, co-ops, community land trusts, commons, etc. Gather people with similar goals and situations, gather their money, and build to fit on common land. At least this way everyone can have their own place, share common ground and resources, and share the costs. Economies of scale don’t just apply to corporations. Ironically, corporations are now providing such services, primarily for young people. Businesses are offering dorm-style living to people just graduating from college and dorm life. It’s an option.

Get small

Sometimes affordable housing comes down to square footage. Tiny saves money, one of the prime drivers for many people buying and building tiny houses. Many Americans continue to think that bigger is better, but enough are waking up to spaces that are just big enough that governments are changing regulations. Find a friend or family member who’ll let you place an ADU (Auxiliary Dwelling Unit, or Accessory Dwelling Unity, or Another Done Undercover) on their property. Build it on wheels and if you have to move, you can. Land is required, though.

Live aboard

No. Land is not required. People have lived aboard boats, ships, and floating houses for centuries. Moorage, however, is required; but it’s probably cheaper than rent. Oh yes, and your house could sink; so, expect to use some of those savings for some very non-trivial maintenance. But, you can also move it too, as the waters and officials allow. Get rocked to sleep, whether you wanted it or not.

Buy land and build

All of the houses are too expensive? Land is usually cheap(er). Building a building isn’t cheap in time, money, or frustration; but design a house for your lifestyle and it may be so efficient that you save money – eventually. Finding a place to live in the meantime can be an issue. In the time it takes some to shop for a house, other could buy and build. Just make sure you get the right permits, and make sure you find the Fountain of Patience to get you through the process.

Buy lottery tickets

Hey. It can work. In the midst of everything else, a $1 ticket can feel as likely as the other options.

Those aren’t all of the options, but they’re the ones I hear about from those who have as they talk about those who have not. Those who have not are already exercising other options, the ones that make the news like homeless camps, living in cars, couch-surfing, squatting, sneaking back in to sleep at work, and maybe even moving back in with the folks – regardless of everyone’s age.

As I mentioned above, these are most of the options I considered when I almost lost my house. After I considered them once, I find myself continuing to consider them. The only constant is change and I realize my situation can change in a moment. Both good and bad news can happen without warning. I hear echoes of those quandaries in every housing meeting I attend. Think back to the first statistic at the top of this post. Millions of people are pondering the same thing. If the answers were easy there’d be more time to consider other big issues like health, family, and the much larger community.


This week’s meeting’s title was “Issues That Matter – Housing, Where will we all live?” Housing is difficult, but maybe we’re talking about it because it is easier to mention than the core issue. Don’t blame the house. Lacking wealth or income is the core issue behind affordable housing, not housing. Take a look at the options above. Given enough money, people can exercise their resourcefulness and make a home for themself. Wage growth, income inequality, wealth inequality, economic issues are critical issues; but they are issues that are harder to address than finding some land, some contractors, some inspectors, and some homeowners.

Don’t blame the house. Don’t blame the homeowner.


Formal Disclosure:
I am a real estate broker with Coldwell Banker Tara Properties in Bayview.

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