LeBron James.
The name means something different today than it did a month ago, last season, or even the 2007 NBA Finals.
As a player, James has done remarkable things during the regular season. And, as a San Diego Chargers fan, I know a lot about remarkable regular seasons: They are usually meaningless when it comes to the grit and heart of the postseason.
As a man, James has proven he is not that. His antics resemble a man-child, who has never been told no. He also displays the characteristics of someone who has never dealt with adversity; he seems confused when challenged, as in the Celtics series, and reacts with a pout and a half-assed effort.
The truth is I kind of like James' playing style on the floor. But I despise his act on the sideline, and I find that defines him more to me. Remember the saying: act like you've been there before and act like you're going back. Well, James has never been there, if there is being a champion. His childish showboating brought down his team and looked even more ridiculous when he quit then failed in the playoffs in the past two seasons.
Bottom line, James: Win something, anything, up to and including and NBA championship. Until then keep your weak, insecure ego off the airwaves and television. The fact that so many care about a perennial loser is beyond me, yet ESPN couldn't help itself, and neither could sports talk radio across the country.
In my view, James can never be compared to the likes of Kobe Bryant. Bryant is a man, a warrior, and a champion. In other words, and in a historical sense, Bryant is a king. James is a lowly prince concerned more about dapper attire and his image. James has chosen to join a team of mercenaries consumed with the notion of overthrowing the reigning king. The Miami Heat are preparing their siege, but until they break through the castle wall and pull Bryant's hands from the Larry O'Brien trophy, they will be relegated to camping at the foot of the fortress, craning their necks to peer at heights they may never reach.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The Interesting Tale of El Chavo del Ocho
NOTE: This is the first installment of a piece I am working on about a friend in the justice system. This excerpt is a portion of my notes written at his hearing June 24, 2010. I am transcribing the rest of the notes but it takes time. After the transcript of this hearing is complete, I will add the continuing pieces of the tale.
Judge Robert J. Kearney does his work in Superior Court, Dept. 6, Vista courthouse, North County San Diego. Judging by the hallway outside Dept. 6, Judge Kearney, and the other superior court judges, are very busy people.
At 8:27 a.m., the bailiff for Dept. 5 announces his department is open for business. Soon, I believe, Dept. 6 will open its doors. That is, unless there is a disturbance of some kind. El Chavo is capable of making a ruckus that could delay a court hearing.
A lawyer knocks on the door of Dept. 6 at 8:30, prompting the bailiff to open the door. It's a mixed court; thirty-three names are on the dry erase board, which serves as the docket. The bailiff and both counsels play a twisted game of tic-tac-toe.
Patrick McCoy seems to be a favorite public defender on the board. he assigned to upward of 12 cases. El Chavo has drawn McCoy. The direct proportion of cases assigned to the cases available causes me to believe that McCoy is not a horse I would bet on; he might be good, but he would be lucky to go off at 3/5, if not even money. I don't like these odds for the horses, and I surely don't like these odds for a man representing my friend.
El Chavo's case is a strange one, to me, at least. Drug law is a clear example of 'law as a business' because, in the Land of the Free, it seems contradictory to try to control a man's choice about using drugs or about using the drugs of his choosing. Yet, we, a courtroom full of people, sit to hear the fate of 33 'criminals'. A judge, who I assume might enjoy coffee, and perhaps a scotch, as much as the next man, will make the rulings for these 33. Coincidentally, there are 33 seats in the audience, filled to capacity with those waiting to be judged or those waiting to hear what will become of the family members, or friends.
I visited El Chavo on June 19, 2010, in the evening, on a Saturday, as those are the hours for Level 1 prisoners at the Vista Detention Facility. He told me of the strong coffee and pills he was being given. Coffee and pills to wake up in the morning and sleeping pills to knock him out at nightfall. He also was given drugs to help with alcohol withdrawal, which can be fairly bad for people who drink nothing but Bud Light, at a clip of three to 12 a day. This is, at least, the medical opinion of the county authorities.
Judge Robert J. Kearney does his work in Superior Court, Dept. 6, Vista courthouse, North County San Diego. Judging by the hallway outside Dept. 6, Judge Kearney, and the other superior court judges, are very busy people.
At 8:27 a.m., the bailiff for Dept. 5 announces his department is open for business. Soon, I believe, Dept. 6 will open its doors. That is, unless there is a disturbance of some kind. El Chavo is capable of making a ruckus that could delay a court hearing.
A lawyer knocks on the door of Dept. 6 at 8:30, prompting the bailiff to open the door. It's a mixed court; thirty-three names are on the dry erase board, which serves as the docket. The bailiff and both counsels play a twisted game of tic-tac-toe.
Patrick McCoy seems to be a favorite public defender on the board. he assigned to upward of 12 cases. El Chavo has drawn McCoy. The direct proportion of cases assigned to the cases available causes me to believe that McCoy is not a horse I would bet on; he might be good, but he would be lucky to go off at 3/5, if not even money. I don't like these odds for the horses, and I surely don't like these odds for a man representing my friend.
El Chavo's case is a strange one, to me, at least. Drug law is a clear example of 'law as a business' because, in the Land of the Free, it seems contradictory to try to control a man's choice about using drugs or about using the drugs of his choosing. Yet, we, a courtroom full of people, sit to hear the fate of 33 'criminals'. A judge, who I assume might enjoy coffee, and perhaps a scotch, as much as the next man, will make the rulings for these 33. Coincidentally, there are 33 seats in the audience, filled to capacity with those waiting to be judged or those waiting to hear what will become of the family members, or friends.
I visited El Chavo on June 19, 2010, in the evening, on a Saturday, as those are the hours for Level 1 prisoners at the Vista Detention Facility. He told me of the strong coffee and pills he was being given. Coffee and pills to wake up in the morning and sleeping pills to knock him out at nightfall. He also was given drugs to help with alcohol withdrawal, which can be fairly bad for people who drink nothing but Bud Light, at a clip of three to 12 a day. This is, at least, the medical opinion of the county authorities.
Community A-hole of the week (July 1)
This week's Community A-hole is California Assemblymember Martin Garrick, Republican, 74th District. Garrick, who is my assemblymember, was included on my mailing list when I sent out my most recent short sale hardship letter, in which I stated, "I am not a person who is looking for a handout, nor am I someone who falls for the current trends of jingoism, bigotry, or race blaming. I am accountable and aware of my actions."
A week after I sent out my letter, I received this letter from Garrick.
I could take on the letter issue by issue, but it is easier to read for yourself and to acknowledge that it falls in line with the Republican position on illegal immigration. Garrick's letter carefully avoids using the word Mexican and never mentions where the problem illegal immigrants are entering "our State." That's a good thing because I would hate to think that our national immigration policy was being steered to repel a specific ethnicity.
But, of course, that is what is happening. Arizona's law, while following the legal steps of probable cause and reasonable suspicion, is directed at one ethnicity: Mexicans and Latinos from Central and South America. Race is the prime, if not the exclusive, identifying characteristic from which Arizona state and municipal law enforcement can stop a suspected illegal immigrant. How else can it be done? Maybe U.S. Rep. Brian Bilbray can share his knowledge on how to identify an illegal immigrant.
Some have made the argument, then, that all law enforcement stops would then have to be racist. That may be true, but most crimes have other significant indicators that point to a suspect. Burglars, if contacted by law enforcement, would have answer the question as to why they are in a neighborhood (not their own) and why they are in possession of burglary tools and/or stolen property, and so on.
Race is used, and has been greatly misused, as an identification tool when it comes to crimes and those suspected of committing crimes. But, again, I keep coming back to how an illegal immigrant will be identified by state and local officials in Arizona. I fall back on my training in law enforcement (Palomar College Police Academy, Level II, Class 27-98R, fall 1998) as to what the identifiers will be, and I keep coming back to race and the belief that this law is directed solely toward Latinos.
State and local authorities have a bevy of laws to enforce (not like federal immigration authorities, who only enforce laws associated with immigration), and adding this law on top of those laws creates a difficult working environment at best. I remember from my academy training that it was made clear to my class that federal laws are just that: federal laws to be enforced by federal authorities. Our training officers told us that we will have our hands full with state and local laws; there would be no time for us to try and enforce federal statutes.
I feel sorry for Garrick, I really do, because it does not matter what he believes or what he feels in his soul, he is a politician in North San Diego County, an extremely conservative area of Southern California. In fact, now-reformed Republican strategist Kevin Phillips writes in his 1969 conservative playbook, "The Emerging Republican Majority," that regarding San Diego, "the city's 45,000 Negroes call their city 'the Mississippi of the West.'" (NOTE: If you can find a copy, read this book. Everything from Nixon's and Reagan's presidencies to the using of race and issue-oriented policies to divide the United States is outlined in this book. You'll have a new outlook on your role in our brand of democracy.)
Garrick writes he is honored to represent me in the Assembly. I have no doubt that he does, and I respect anyone who subjects themselves to the election process. I appreciate his willingness to go to Sacramento, although I don't agree with most of his political opinions. Yet, so much of politics is what one does with the power they are granted. Along with this power comes an opportunity to reflect on one's own stances, and whether these positions taken are lifting up people or holding them down.
Garrick's stand on illegal immigration holds people down, and limits their opportunities. The citizenship of these people does not matter. On this issue, I am ashamed of Garrick's stand. There is reciprocity in the illegal immigrant problem. It is economics, of course, and that is why it has been allowed to continue for such a long period of time. But the motivation behind this recent brand of racial bigotry is not rooted in economics. It is being packaged as such; however, Garrick does not explain what will occur once the 'cheap' labor pool is dried out. The synergy of this labor relationship will be ruined, and we will all feel the pinch.
One more personal note, my grandmother on my father's side was born in Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico in 1913. She and her family illegally crossed into El Paso, TX, and then made their way to Southern California to work in agriculture. My grandmother was an illegal immigrant until she married an Irish military man and became a U.S. citizen. I am the descendant of an illegal Mexican immigrant. I think about my grandmother and Arizona, which she crossed to come to California. The what-ifs are numerous. In short, when I see what is happening in Arizona and when I get a letter such as the one from Garrick, I can't help but feel as if a part of me is not wanted in this country. And as long as the people and politicians continue to act as cowards, supporting and enacting laws that reflect their own insecurities, I will more and more feel as if I am not wanted here.
My solace, however, is my vote, which I cast in each election. My father tells me he takes great pride in knowing that his presidential vote cancels out Rush Limbaugh's vote, and I love that idea. I've made Mitch McConnell my huckleberry on the national scene.
Now, I need to find a vote to cancel in California. Should I find someone in news entertainment, the sickly phoenix that rose from the ashes of journalism? Or maybe some political bigwig? The answer is clear: I can take pride from here on knowing I cancel Assemblymember Garrick's vote. Garrick, you are my state-level huckleberry.
A week after I sent out my letter, I received this letter from Garrick.
I could take on the letter issue by issue, but it is easier to read for yourself and to acknowledge that it falls in line with the Republican position on illegal immigration. Garrick's letter carefully avoids using the word Mexican and never mentions where the problem illegal immigrants are entering "our State." That's a good thing because I would hate to think that our national immigration policy was being steered to repel a specific ethnicity.
But, of course, that is what is happening. Arizona's law, while following the legal steps of probable cause and reasonable suspicion, is directed at one ethnicity: Mexicans and Latinos from Central and South America. Race is the prime, if not the exclusive, identifying characteristic from which Arizona state and municipal law enforcement can stop a suspected illegal immigrant. How else can it be done? Maybe U.S. Rep. Brian Bilbray can share his knowledge on how to identify an illegal immigrant.
Some have made the argument, then, that all law enforcement stops would then have to be racist. That may be true, but most crimes have other significant indicators that point to a suspect. Burglars, if contacted by law enforcement, would have answer the question as to why they are in a neighborhood (not their own) and why they are in possession of burglary tools and/or stolen property, and so on.
Race is used, and has been greatly misused, as an identification tool when it comes to crimes and those suspected of committing crimes. But, again, I keep coming back to how an illegal immigrant will be identified by state and local officials in Arizona. I fall back on my training in law enforcement (Palomar College Police Academy, Level II, Class 27-98R, fall 1998) as to what the identifiers will be, and I keep coming back to race and the belief that this law is directed solely toward Latinos.
State and local authorities have a bevy of laws to enforce (not like federal immigration authorities, who only enforce laws associated with immigration), and adding this law on top of those laws creates a difficult working environment at best. I remember from my academy training that it was made clear to my class that federal laws are just that: federal laws to be enforced by federal authorities. Our training officers told us that we will have our hands full with state and local laws; there would be no time for us to try and enforce federal statutes.
I feel sorry for Garrick, I really do, because it does not matter what he believes or what he feels in his soul, he is a politician in North San Diego County, an extremely conservative area of Southern California. In fact, now-reformed Republican strategist Kevin Phillips writes in his 1969 conservative playbook, "The Emerging Republican Majority," that regarding San Diego, "the city's 45,000 Negroes call their city 'the Mississippi of the West.'" (NOTE: If you can find a copy, read this book. Everything from Nixon's and Reagan's presidencies to the using of race and issue-oriented policies to divide the United States is outlined in this book. You'll have a new outlook on your role in our brand of democracy.)
Garrick writes he is honored to represent me in the Assembly. I have no doubt that he does, and I respect anyone who subjects themselves to the election process. I appreciate his willingness to go to Sacramento, although I don't agree with most of his political opinions. Yet, so much of politics is what one does with the power they are granted. Along with this power comes an opportunity to reflect on one's own stances, and whether these positions taken are lifting up people or holding them down.
Garrick's stand on illegal immigration holds people down, and limits their opportunities. The citizenship of these people does not matter. On this issue, I am ashamed of Garrick's stand. There is reciprocity in the illegal immigrant problem. It is economics, of course, and that is why it has been allowed to continue for such a long period of time. But the motivation behind this recent brand of racial bigotry is not rooted in economics. It is being packaged as such; however, Garrick does not explain what will occur once the 'cheap' labor pool is dried out. The synergy of this labor relationship will be ruined, and we will all feel the pinch.
One more personal note, my grandmother on my father's side was born in Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico in 1913. She and her family illegally crossed into El Paso, TX, and then made their way to Southern California to work in agriculture. My grandmother was an illegal immigrant until she married an Irish military man and became a U.S. citizen. I am the descendant of an illegal Mexican immigrant. I think about my grandmother and Arizona, which she crossed to come to California. The what-ifs are numerous. In short, when I see what is happening in Arizona and when I get a letter such as the one from Garrick, I can't help but feel as if a part of me is not wanted in this country. And as long as the people and politicians continue to act as cowards, supporting and enacting laws that reflect their own insecurities, I will more and more feel as if I am not wanted here.
My solace, however, is my vote, which I cast in each election. My father tells me he takes great pride in knowing that his presidential vote cancels out Rush Limbaugh's vote, and I love that idea. I've made Mitch McConnell my huckleberry on the national scene.
Now, I need to find a vote to cancel in California. Should I find someone in news entertainment, the sickly phoenix that rose from the ashes of journalism? Or maybe some political bigwig? The answer is clear: I can take pride from here on knowing I cancel Assemblymember Garrick's vote. Garrick, you are my state-level huckleberry.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Community A-hole of the week (June 24)
David Luis Garcia is the Community A-hole for June 24 for this little piece of vandalism on Lenser Way in Escondido:
Garcia did not limit his potential for being caught by being ambiguous. His first, middle, and last names will make it easy for him to be caught, if anyone cared.
The problem is not so much in what Garcia did on Lenser Way as much as it is why he had the opportunity to do it. Lenser Way is a street that is about a 100 yards long. It meets Dan Way in a sweeping, non-controlled intersection. Lenser Way's access is off of Rock Springs Road while Dan Way is fed by Mission Avenue. This is what Lenser Way looks like today:
What is of interest about the intersection of Lenser and Dan ways is that this is where the entrance to the Family Fun Center used to be. The FFC, which offered the community a miniature golf course, batting cages, go-carts, an arcade, and other varying attractions, remained a popular draw up until the time it closed down and was demolished in 2006. The lot now sits vacant.
Garcia got his chance at a Community A-hole award because of two separate actions by the city of Escondido, which is hereby granted two honorary Community A-hole awards for these actions.
The first action by city council was to approve a plan for a mixed-use, commercial/residential development for the space where the FFC and a vacant K-Mart sat. The FFC did not have the competitive power to match the potential tax revenue that the new development could bring in, so away it went. Yet in 2006 the economy began its nosedive, and soon after that, projects slated to begin saw their backers and developers pull out. The portion of the lot where K-Mart sat did get a Lowes, but the FCC side did not get built upon, leaving the community with a dirt lot rather than a family attraction.
The second action by the city was directly a result of the creation of the new vacant lot. Lenser Way became a shantytown as the economy continued its free-fall. This shantytown did not consist of tents; rather, the street became a place where displaced individuals could park their motorhomes while waiting out their misfortunes. The street is short, and, as such, I don't remember a time when more than four motorhomes lined the street. Truckers used Lenser Way, as well as Dan Way, to sleep overnight given the area's proximity to State Route 78, Interstate 15, and a 24-hour Denny's restaurant.
The city cleared the shantytown on a Sunday morning this past spring, after having posted eviction notices approximately a week prior. There is not a lot of traffic in this area on a Sunday morning, seeming to suggest the city's desire to playdown its action. More recently, the city worked on the intersection of Lenser and Dan ways, adding no parking signs on both sides of the road, access control at the Rock Springs Road/Lenser Way intersection, and repairing the sidewalk with fresh concrete in which we find our friend David Luis Garcia's inscription.
Escondido has made many missteps in its time. From its inception (the water bond issue of the early twentieth century) to its 2006 heyday of bigotry (the council pushing ideas of roving citizenship checkpoints and suggesting concerned residents turn in neighbors they suspect of being illegal immigrants), history shows a series of bad moves. Garcia is the victim of the city's wrong moves, but it does not excuse him from knowing better.
Garcia did not limit his potential for being caught by being ambiguous. His first, middle, and last names will make it easy for him to be caught, if anyone cared.
The problem is not so much in what Garcia did on Lenser Way as much as it is why he had the opportunity to do it. Lenser Way is a street that is about a 100 yards long. It meets Dan Way in a sweeping, non-controlled intersection. Lenser Way's access is off of Rock Springs Road while Dan Way is fed by Mission Avenue. This is what Lenser Way looks like today:
What is of interest about the intersection of Lenser and Dan ways is that this is where the entrance to the Family Fun Center used to be. The FFC, which offered the community a miniature golf course, batting cages, go-carts, an arcade, and other varying attractions, remained a popular draw up until the time it closed down and was demolished in 2006. The lot now sits vacant.
Garcia got his chance at a Community A-hole award because of two separate actions by the city of Escondido, which is hereby granted two honorary Community A-hole awards for these actions.
The first action by city council was to approve a plan for a mixed-use, commercial/residential development for the space where the FFC and a vacant K-Mart sat. The FFC did not have the competitive power to match the potential tax revenue that the new development could bring in, so away it went. Yet in 2006 the economy began its nosedive, and soon after that, projects slated to begin saw their backers and developers pull out. The portion of the lot where K-Mart sat did get a Lowes, but the FCC side did not get built upon, leaving the community with a dirt lot rather than a family attraction.
The second action by the city was directly a result of the creation of the new vacant lot. Lenser Way became a shantytown as the economy continued its free-fall. This shantytown did not consist of tents; rather, the street became a place where displaced individuals could park their motorhomes while waiting out their misfortunes. The street is short, and, as such, I don't remember a time when more than four motorhomes lined the street. Truckers used Lenser Way, as well as Dan Way, to sleep overnight given the area's proximity to State Route 78, Interstate 15, and a 24-hour Denny's restaurant.
The city cleared the shantytown on a Sunday morning this past spring, after having posted eviction notices approximately a week prior. There is not a lot of traffic in this area on a Sunday morning, seeming to suggest the city's desire to playdown its action. More recently, the city worked on the intersection of Lenser and Dan ways, adding no parking signs on both sides of the road, access control at the Rock Springs Road/Lenser Way intersection, and repairing the sidewalk with fresh concrete in which we find our friend David Luis Garcia's inscription.
Escondido has made many missteps in its time. From its inception (the water bond issue of the early twentieth century) to its 2006 heyday of bigotry (the council pushing ideas of roving citizenship checkpoints and suggesting concerned residents turn in neighbors they suspect of being illegal immigrants), history shows a series of bad moves. Garcia is the victim of the city's wrong moves, but it does not excuse him from knowing better.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Homemade Gatorade
Henry's grocery store has a hell of a sale on Santa Cruz Organic Lemonade right now. The sale includes lemonade varieties and limeade, too. The price the store is asking is four 32-ounce bottles for $5. The juices are perfect for gearing up for an extended period of fasting, since sugar energy is important for brain function.
In the longer fasts I've tried (three to five days), I've found that drinking juice feels a lot better than a straight water fast. A little bit of sugar clears the fogginess of the mind and allows one to pick and choose the moments in which you want to be alert. In the past, not only have I created my homemade Gatorade with lemon juice and maple syrup, as in the standard fast recipe, but modified the recipe to include the juices from grapefruit, oranges, kale, spinach, lettuce, and carrots. Those additions brought a complexity to the juice and provided more nutrients. I plan on continuing one-day fasts once or twice, at most, a week. These juices will make those days pass without notice.
The timing of Henry's sale is impeccable; I received a letter from the state today stating my unemployment benefits will be stopped retroactively back to June 12. That means I will receive one more check of approximately $300. Add that to the $7 in my checking account and my worth is $307. Quite an honor for someone with an advanced degree in history. I write that sarcastically but maybe it actually is. Who knows? The bigger issue is to liquidate some assets, and quickly. That means I'll be taking a trip to the Nevada desert exactly one year to the day, to do the same thing, for the same reason. If this is a moment for personal evaluation, the only comment I can offer is, 'huh?'
Things are getting tight. My friends are falling off, leaving the area, going to jail, and working, of all things. Luckily, summer is here and along with it comes a strong thirst for good Irish whiskey, Jameson only, budget-mindedly purchased at Traders Joe's for $19.99 per one liter. A bottle that size will last at least a month. The whiskey provides clarity and relaxation, but it is a powerful drug. Like all alcohol, it kills you a little bit each time. But at this point in life and at my age, the line graph is showing that it won't be the alcohol that gets me; rather, approaching midlife, old age will take me first. I'll take the odds on this bet.
In the longer fasts I've tried (three to five days), I've found that drinking juice feels a lot better than a straight water fast. A little bit of sugar clears the fogginess of the mind and allows one to pick and choose the moments in which you want to be alert. In the past, not only have I created my homemade Gatorade with lemon juice and maple syrup, as in the standard fast recipe, but modified the recipe to include the juices from grapefruit, oranges, kale, spinach, lettuce, and carrots. Those additions brought a complexity to the juice and provided more nutrients. I plan on continuing one-day fasts once or twice, at most, a week. These juices will make those days pass without notice.
The timing of Henry's sale is impeccable; I received a letter from the state today stating my unemployment benefits will be stopped retroactively back to June 12. That means I will receive one more check of approximately $300. Add that to the $7 in my checking account and my worth is $307. Quite an honor for someone with an advanced degree in history. I write that sarcastically but maybe it actually is. Who knows? The bigger issue is to liquidate some assets, and quickly. That means I'll be taking a trip to the Nevada desert exactly one year to the day, to do the same thing, for the same reason. If this is a moment for personal evaluation, the only comment I can offer is, 'huh?'
Things are getting tight. My friends are falling off, leaving the area, going to jail, and working, of all things. Luckily, summer is here and along with it comes a strong thirst for good Irish whiskey, Jameson only, budget-mindedly purchased at Traders Joe's for $19.99 per one liter. A bottle that size will last at least a month. The whiskey provides clarity and relaxation, but it is a powerful drug. Like all alcohol, it kills you a little bit each time. But at this point in life and at my age, the line graph is showing that it won't be the alcohol that gets me; rather, approaching midlife, old age will take me first. I'll take the odds on this bet.
Friday, June 18, 2010
A change in tone
I felt a change in tone was in order in my most recent hardship letter to Bank of America. As I have been trying to short sell my condo for the past 18 months, there was a need for the letter to reflect explicitly what impact this meandering process has had on me.
Here is the text of the first letter:
February 16, 2009
To Whom It May Concern:
This is a hardship letter for Michael Dolan, concerning the property at 830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289, Escondido, CA 92026, for which I am seeking a short sale.
There are two major contributors to my financial hardship. The negative-amortization home loan for my property has added principal to my loan, making the amount of the loan much more than the property is worth and also making it impossible to refinance the loan. The other contributor is my loss of employment in November.
When I entered into the loan in April 2006, my loan officer, Peter Long Huynh in the Carlsbad office, told me a negative-amortization loan would be the best fit for me at the time. He added that I would be able to refinance in the future. He told me that despite my reservations about this type of loan, I would be able to refinance into a more stable loan possibly before two years had passed.
My loan officer also encouraged me to max out the equity of my home when I was entering into the negative-amortization home loan. The amount he said I could refinance was well beyond what I thought and what the market reflected my home was worth, but he said that he could get an appraiser to value my property for that amount. I did not feel comfortable, nor could I afford, that loan, so I declined that offer. Again, I was assured the negative-amortization home loan I was signing into would be a temporary fix, and I would be able to refinance that loan into a better loan before too long. That proved to be false when the market declined and the principal added to my loan exacerbated the falling value of my property.
In November, I lost my job in newspaper. The lack of income has made it harder for me to meet financial obligations. And while I am current on my loan now, the lack of income because I am unable to find employment puts in jeopardy my future ability to stay current. I did receive a severance when I was laid off, but that is a finite amount of money and is dwindling each month. Unemployment compensation is only a percentage of my past monthly income, and it is temporary.
I am a full-time graduate student at Cal State San Marcos, working on a master’s degree in history. The degree has a multi-media component, which is providing training in web design and video production. As my industry is going through a transition, these skills are marketable and will help me in my job search when I graduate in May.
Education, however, is costly, and while I do have student loans, which I hold in a savings account, they are loans and will have to be paid back upon graduation. The cost of tuition, books, media supplies, and travel to campus all add up, and can add monthly expenses in the range of $1,000 to $1,200 when broken down over a year’s time.
I appreciate your time.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
cc: Assembly Member Martin Garrick
State Senator Mark Wyland
State Attorney General Jerry Brown
U.S Representative Brian Bilbray
U.S. Senator Barbara Boxer
U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein
President Barack Obama
A nice piece, no doubt, because I take the high ground, I feel, while allowing for an amicable solution.
Here is the latest copy:
June 15, 2010
To Whom It May Concern:
This is a hardship letter for Michael Dolan, concerning the property at 830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289, Escondido, CA 92026, for which I am seeking a short sale.
There are two major contributors to my financial hardship. The negative-amortization home loan for my property has added principal to my loan, making the amount of the loan much more than the property is worth and also making it impossible to refinance the loan. The other contributor is my loss of employment in November 2008. These are the same factors that I listed in February 2009 when I started the short-sale process.
When I entered into the loan in April 2006, my loan officer, Peter Long Huynh in Countrywide’s Carlsbad office, told me a negative-amortization loan with a HELOC would be the best fit for me at the time. He added that I would be able to refinance in the future. He told me that despite my reservations about these types of loans, I would be able to refinance into a more stable loan possibly before two years had passed.
My loan officer also encouraged me to max out the equity of my home when I was entering into the negative-amortization home loan and HELOC. The amount he said I could refinance was well beyond what I thought, and what the market reflected, my home was worth, but he said that he could get an appraiser to value my property for that amount. I did not feel comfortable, nor could I afford, that loan, so I declined the offer to falsely inflate the value of my property. Again, I was assured the negative-amortization home loan I was signing into would be a temporary fix, and I would be able to refinance that loan into a better loan before too long. That proved to be false when the market declined and the principal added to my loan exacerbated the falling value of my property.
In November 2008, I lost my job in newspaper. The lack of income has made it virtually impossible to meet my financial obligations. After one attempt at a short sale was declined, citing no financial hardships, in January 2010, Bank of America short sale negotiator Marcus Duran made the suggestion that if I demonstrated to him that I actually had financial hardship, beyond being unemployed and without income for more than a year, that he would approve the short sale. At that point, I stopped paying my mortgage and ruined my credit, which had never had a negative mark against it until I entered into this mortgage deal. Unfortunately, Mr. Duran has seemingly disappeared along with the implied deal he made.
I have no income to this day. I have exhausted all of my savings accounts, including my IRA and 401k. I have nothing of value, having sold off possessions in order to pay my mortgage in 2009. The severance I received when I was laid off is gone. My unemployment benefits are exhausted; if I qualify for FED-ED benefits, those can be stopped at any time the state’s unemployment numbers improve. This deal has cost me everything I’ve ever worked for and every bit of security I had for my future. I have nothing and doubt I will ever again be financially secure.
I was a full-time graduate student at Cal State San Marcos, working on a master’s degree in history, when this short-sale ordeal began. I am now an unemployed person with a masters degree. I had a job with Peace Corps on the line; however, the inability to complete this short sale has cost me that job. The short sale was the last item I had to resolve before leaving for this job in May. I shared this information with the short-sale department. The bank declined my short sale after receiving this information, and has declined once more since. This mortgage has cost me the one job opportunity I’ve had in the past year and a half. Worse than that, I find myself having to hide that fact I have a masters degree when applying for jobs. In this economic climate, an advanced degree is a detriment. Despite this, I will soon have to pay back my student loans. All the money I had put aside to help pay back these loans was used to pay my mortgage last year. I have nothing to pay back these loans.
To summarize, I have nothing, no money and no job. I have tried, acting with integrity and being honest, to resolve this matter to no avail. I have lost the only job offer I’ve had in the past 18 months because of the failure to complete this deal. I implore you to release me from the trappings of this horrible business deal so that I may once again live my life, starting from square one.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
cc: Assembly Member Martin Garrick
State Senator Mark Wyland
State Attorney General Jerry Brown
U.S Representative Brian Bilbray
U.S. Senator Barbara Boxer
U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein
President Barack Obama
While I keep some facts, I felt compelled to share with the bank exactly how, in a free country, it had exerted its will and forced some very uncomfortable choices on my end. Kudos to you, BofA, for being one of the worst examples of American business.
And, yes, all of the politicians listed after each letter were sent a copy. I changed my tone in the introduction letters to them, too.
First time:
Michael Dolan
830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289
Escondido, CA 92026
February 28, 2009
Dear President Obama and staff,
My name is Michael Dolan, and I am trying to short sale a condo I purchased in 2003 and refinanced in 2006.
On the advice of my Realtor, Donna Davis of Prudential Realty’s Escondido office, I am sending you a copy of my hardship letter, which outlines my case and the promises and manipulation made to me by Countrywide Financial. I feel it is important for you and other decision makers to know what happened to people during this latest economic mess so hopefully we can go forward and not make these mistakes again.
I appreciate and respect the work you do for this country and thank you for your time.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
And second time:
Michael Dolan
830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289
Escondido, CA 92026
June 18, 2010
Dear President Obama and staff,
My name is Michael Dolan, and I am trying to short sale a condo I purchased in 2003 and refinanced in 2006. I lost my job in November 2008 and have been out of work since.
I wrote in February 2009 and sent a copy of my first hardship letter that I filed with Bank of America. Enclosed here is my most recent hardship letter. I regret to say that the bank has not approved my short sale despite my effort to get this deal done. I believe this is the eighth time I am restarting the short-sale process. The bank’s failure to work with me also has cost me the chance to serve with the Peace Corps, the only job offer I have received in the past 18 months.
I feel it is important for you and other decision makers to know what happened to people during this latest economic mess so hopefully we can go forward and not make these mistakes again. I am not a person who is looking for a handout, nor am I someone who falls for the current trends of jingoism, bigotry, or race blaming. I am accountable and aware of my actions. I have acknowledged my role in this ordeal. All I seek is that the bank be held accountable for its actions and be required to live up to its word.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
Sharing this with the world is such a great relief; this has been a burden on me for 18 months. The stress was and is astronomical in dealing with this disaster. Everyday I face homelessness and now, as I run out of money, hunger. But those problems are easy to solve: I'll find shelter like so many others without a place to go and three years of practicing fasts has taught me that food is no so important. What is important is no longer feeling alone and isolated by this bad business deal.
Which brings me to another point: the Los Angeles Lakers. Game 7 of the 2010 NBA Finals was almost unwatchable. That is until the fourth quarter. Watching Kobe Bryant adapt — the word he used this morning on the Jim Rome show — to the game inspired me to adapt to my game as well. I relate to Kobe well: both upper middle class kids who have picked our games and now have to prove ourselves. Kobe has been more successful than me, for sure, yet it was last night's performance that proved to be a good study.
I promised myself I would start to write again as soon as I was deployed with the Peace Corps. That should have been on May 18, 2010. The bank's failure to complete my short sale torpedoed my Peace Corps chances. I had been scheming for almost a year and a half to get out of the country via the PC but that was taken from me by the bank. It took me awhile, but now I see where I have to adapt. I have to start writing even though I'm not leaving, and may not ever get the chance to leave/serve.
So let me do this. After shedding the stress of the short-sale process and the NBA Finals, and feeling the inspiration from KB, Queensbridge — both LO and Ron Ron, and D-Fish, I feel free enough to do this at least once a week. There are no reasons why not, so let me meet that challenge and turn this blog into something worthy of reading.
Here is the text of the first letter:
February 16, 2009
To Whom It May Concern:
This is a hardship letter for Michael Dolan, concerning the property at 830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289, Escondido, CA 92026, for which I am seeking a short sale.
There are two major contributors to my financial hardship. The negative-amortization home loan for my property has added principal to my loan, making the amount of the loan much more than the property is worth and also making it impossible to refinance the loan. The other contributor is my loss of employment in November.
When I entered into the loan in April 2006, my loan officer, Peter Long Huynh in the Carlsbad office, told me a negative-amortization loan would be the best fit for me at the time. He added that I would be able to refinance in the future. He told me that despite my reservations about this type of loan, I would be able to refinance into a more stable loan possibly before two years had passed.
My loan officer also encouraged me to max out the equity of my home when I was entering into the negative-amortization home loan. The amount he said I could refinance was well beyond what I thought and what the market reflected my home was worth, but he said that he could get an appraiser to value my property for that amount. I did not feel comfortable, nor could I afford, that loan, so I declined that offer. Again, I was assured the negative-amortization home loan I was signing into would be a temporary fix, and I would be able to refinance that loan into a better loan before too long. That proved to be false when the market declined and the principal added to my loan exacerbated the falling value of my property.
In November, I lost my job in newspaper. The lack of income has made it harder for me to meet financial obligations. And while I am current on my loan now, the lack of income because I am unable to find employment puts in jeopardy my future ability to stay current. I did receive a severance when I was laid off, but that is a finite amount of money and is dwindling each month. Unemployment compensation is only a percentage of my past monthly income, and it is temporary.
I am a full-time graduate student at Cal State San Marcos, working on a master’s degree in history. The degree has a multi-media component, which is providing training in web design and video production. As my industry is going through a transition, these skills are marketable and will help me in my job search when I graduate in May.
Education, however, is costly, and while I do have student loans, which I hold in a savings account, they are loans and will have to be paid back upon graduation. The cost of tuition, books, media supplies, and travel to campus all add up, and can add monthly expenses in the range of $1,000 to $1,200 when broken down over a year’s time.
I appreciate your time.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
cc: Assembly Member Martin Garrick
State Senator Mark Wyland
State Attorney General Jerry Brown
U.S Representative Brian Bilbray
U.S. Senator Barbara Boxer
U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein
President Barack Obama
A nice piece, no doubt, because I take the high ground, I feel, while allowing for an amicable solution.
Here is the latest copy:
June 15, 2010
To Whom It May Concern:
This is a hardship letter for Michael Dolan, concerning the property at 830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289, Escondido, CA 92026, for which I am seeking a short sale.
There are two major contributors to my financial hardship. The negative-amortization home loan for my property has added principal to my loan, making the amount of the loan much more than the property is worth and also making it impossible to refinance the loan. The other contributor is my loss of employment in November 2008. These are the same factors that I listed in February 2009 when I started the short-sale process.
When I entered into the loan in April 2006, my loan officer, Peter Long Huynh in Countrywide’s Carlsbad office, told me a negative-amortization loan with a HELOC would be the best fit for me at the time. He added that I would be able to refinance in the future. He told me that despite my reservations about these types of loans, I would be able to refinance into a more stable loan possibly before two years had passed.
My loan officer also encouraged me to max out the equity of my home when I was entering into the negative-amortization home loan and HELOC. The amount he said I could refinance was well beyond what I thought, and what the market reflected, my home was worth, but he said that he could get an appraiser to value my property for that amount. I did not feel comfortable, nor could I afford, that loan, so I declined the offer to falsely inflate the value of my property. Again, I was assured the negative-amortization home loan I was signing into would be a temporary fix, and I would be able to refinance that loan into a better loan before too long. That proved to be false when the market declined and the principal added to my loan exacerbated the falling value of my property.
In November 2008, I lost my job in newspaper. The lack of income has made it virtually impossible to meet my financial obligations. After one attempt at a short sale was declined, citing no financial hardships, in January 2010, Bank of America short sale negotiator Marcus Duran made the suggestion that if I demonstrated to him that I actually had financial hardship, beyond being unemployed and without income for more than a year, that he would approve the short sale. At that point, I stopped paying my mortgage and ruined my credit, which had never had a negative mark against it until I entered into this mortgage deal. Unfortunately, Mr. Duran has seemingly disappeared along with the implied deal he made.
I have no income to this day. I have exhausted all of my savings accounts, including my IRA and 401k. I have nothing of value, having sold off possessions in order to pay my mortgage in 2009. The severance I received when I was laid off is gone. My unemployment benefits are exhausted; if I qualify for FED-ED benefits, those can be stopped at any time the state’s unemployment numbers improve. This deal has cost me everything I’ve ever worked for and every bit of security I had for my future. I have nothing and doubt I will ever again be financially secure.
I was a full-time graduate student at Cal State San Marcos, working on a master’s degree in history, when this short-sale ordeal began. I am now an unemployed person with a masters degree. I had a job with Peace Corps on the line; however, the inability to complete this short sale has cost me that job. The short sale was the last item I had to resolve before leaving for this job in May. I shared this information with the short-sale department. The bank declined my short sale after receiving this information, and has declined once more since. This mortgage has cost me the one job opportunity I’ve had in the past year and a half. Worse than that, I find myself having to hide that fact I have a masters degree when applying for jobs. In this economic climate, an advanced degree is a detriment. Despite this, I will soon have to pay back my student loans. All the money I had put aside to help pay back these loans was used to pay my mortgage last year. I have nothing to pay back these loans.
To summarize, I have nothing, no money and no job. I have tried, acting with integrity and being honest, to resolve this matter to no avail. I have lost the only job offer I’ve had in the past 18 months because of the failure to complete this deal. I implore you to release me from the trappings of this horrible business deal so that I may once again live my life, starting from square one.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
cc: Assembly Member Martin Garrick
State Senator Mark Wyland
State Attorney General Jerry Brown
U.S Representative Brian Bilbray
U.S. Senator Barbara Boxer
U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein
President Barack Obama
While I keep some facts, I felt compelled to share with the bank exactly how, in a free country, it had exerted its will and forced some very uncomfortable choices on my end. Kudos to you, BofA, for being one of the worst examples of American business.
And, yes, all of the politicians listed after each letter were sent a copy. I changed my tone in the introduction letters to them, too.
First time:
Michael Dolan
830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289
Escondido, CA 92026
February 28, 2009
Dear President Obama and staff,
My name is Michael Dolan, and I am trying to short sale a condo I purchased in 2003 and refinanced in 2006.
On the advice of my Realtor, Donna Davis of Prudential Realty’s Escondido office, I am sending you a copy of my hardship letter, which outlines my case and the promises and manipulation made to me by Countrywide Financial. I feel it is important for you and other decision makers to know what happened to people during this latest economic mess so hopefully we can go forward and not make these mistakes again.
I appreciate and respect the work you do for this country and thank you for your time.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
And second time:
Michael Dolan
830 W. Lincoln Ave. #289
Escondido, CA 92026
June 18, 2010
Dear President Obama and staff,
My name is Michael Dolan, and I am trying to short sale a condo I purchased in 2003 and refinanced in 2006. I lost my job in November 2008 and have been out of work since.
I wrote in February 2009 and sent a copy of my first hardship letter that I filed with Bank of America. Enclosed here is my most recent hardship letter. I regret to say that the bank has not approved my short sale despite my effort to get this deal done. I believe this is the eighth time I am restarting the short-sale process. The bank’s failure to work with me also has cost me the chance to serve with the Peace Corps, the only job offer I have received in the past 18 months.
I feel it is important for you and other decision makers to know what happened to people during this latest economic mess so hopefully we can go forward and not make these mistakes again. I am not a person who is looking for a handout, nor am I someone who falls for the current trends of jingoism, bigotry, or race blaming. I am accountable and aware of my actions. I have acknowledged my role in this ordeal. All I seek is that the bank be held accountable for its actions and be required to live up to its word.
Regards,
Michael Dolan
Sharing this with the world is such a great relief; this has been a burden on me for 18 months. The stress was and is astronomical in dealing with this disaster. Everyday I face homelessness and now, as I run out of money, hunger. But those problems are easy to solve: I'll find shelter like so many others without a place to go and three years of practicing fasts has taught me that food is no so important. What is important is no longer feeling alone and isolated by this bad business deal.
Which brings me to another point: the Los Angeles Lakers. Game 7 of the 2010 NBA Finals was almost unwatchable. That is until the fourth quarter. Watching Kobe Bryant adapt — the word he used this morning on the Jim Rome show — to the game inspired me to adapt to my game as well. I relate to Kobe well: both upper middle class kids who have picked our games and now have to prove ourselves. Kobe has been more successful than me, for sure, yet it was last night's performance that proved to be a good study.
I promised myself I would start to write again as soon as I was deployed with the Peace Corps. That should have been on May 18, 2010. The bank's failure to complete my short sale torpedoed my Peace Corps chances. I had been scheming for almost a year and a half to get out of the country via the PC but that was taken from me by the bank. It took me awhile, but now I see where I have to adapt. I have to start writing even though I'm not leaving, and may not ever get the chance to leave/serve.
So let me do this. After shedding the stress of the short-sale process and the NBA Finals, and feeling the inspiration from KB, Queensbridge — both LO and Ron Ron, and D-Fish, I feel free enough to do this at least once a week. There are no reasons why not, so let me meet that challenge and turn this blog into something worthy of reading.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Night and day
That's the difference between 8 a.m. Pacific Standard Time Jan. 20, going into the last hour of the Bush presidency, and 9 a.m. PST, the first minute of the Obama presidency.
What a difference words can make. An Inaugural speech that focused not only on hope, but on an investment in a nation and it's people. It's a wholly different experience than being told to be afraid for the past eight years.
So much has already been said, I won't belabor the point. Goodbye to you, President Bush, and your clubs and your tramps.
Let's get to work ...
What a difference words can make. An Inaugural speech that focused not only on hope, but on an investment in a nation and it's people. It's a wholly different experience than being told to be afraid for the past eight years.
So much has already been said, I won't belabor the point. Goodbye to you, President Bush, and your clubs and your tramps.
Let's get to work ...
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