Price of Admission

Alright, I admit it: This one’s a bit of a bait-and-switch. We start out with my daily walk, and end up confronting one of the big deal social issues of our time. Well, it’s a big deal if you live in an urban area at least. But just consider it the price of admission to my blog. Hey, it can’t be all NYer cartoons and silly internet memes y’know. So sit back, relax, and buckle yer seat belts. We’re almost ready for takeoff.

 

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Today’s journey along Sacramento’s River Walk begins innocently enough with a few nature shots of local wildlife.

 

Price of Admission - Goose Step.
I call this one “doing the goose step.” Honk!

 

Harbor seals sunning on a Sac River walkway.

 

In addition to sunning themselves, these seals like to bark. And let me tell you, they are louder than a bunch of drunken sailors on shore leave. (Apologies to any US Navy vets out there.) Now, we’ll put up with barking seals and geese that tend to sh*t where we intend to walk, because, well, they were here first, right? OK, hold on to that thought….

 

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The River Walk came into being when West Sac decided to try luring office workers over to Yolo County on the opposite bank of the river across from downtown Sacramento.  And the effort has been largely successful.

The Ziggurat Building is home to many CA State agencies, like General Services.
Clouds reflected in the glass of the CalSTRS building. Pretty, isn’t it?

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Remember I said “bait-and-switch?” Well, it’s time to pay the piper.

The Price of Admission - Camping Out.

 

Just on the other side of the I-Street railroad bridge, a mere stone’s-throw from the CalSTRS building, are reminders of the portion of the human population who are not office-workers.

 

 

See those clothes on the line, those toys? Families with children live here. Think about that for a moment and let it sink in: Children. Live. Here. I don’t know about you, but the thought of our indifference – when compared with our treatment of geese and seals – saddens me.

 

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On my drive back down I-5 to Sac on Monday, I was listening to the radio. And up popped a news story about oral arguments before the Supreme Court in a “camping ban” case brought against the city of Grants Pass, Oregon – a logging hub in the state’s southern mountains. It caught my attention because I had just driven through Grants Pass. So I was like… wait… WHAT?

“Camping ban” is a euphemism. The gist of these laws banning “camping” is to make it illegal for people to sleep in public spaces.  You know, places like on park benches or in libraries. People fighting against these laws say it is “cruel and unusual punishment” for being homeless. As such, it is prohibited by the 8th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. I’m no legal scholar, but I see their point.

The conservatives on SCOTUS (or as I like to refer to them, “The Voldemort Faction”) are focused on enforcement issues: How to implement these laws without undue burdens on average people. And the shrinking liberal wing of the court (whose number is now just three justices) are like, “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” This isn’t like gun ownership where you can take it or leave it. You know, “If you don’t like firearms, don’t buy them.” This is more a case of, if you don’t have a place to sleep, what are you supposed to do? Just not sleep?

 

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Ben’s company, ABD, moved offices last year from a spot near Portland’s waterfront to a place further uptown because, post-pandemic, it was getting unsafe for employees to walk the streets after the sun went down. And believe me, I am sympathetic.  But I will say this much: Homelessness is a real and present reality in urban areas where the climate is warm enough that people can stay through the winter. And moving out of downtown is simply not an option for everybody.

The solution to homelessness, some say, is affordable housing. Twenty years ago, they took the old downtown Denver YMCA and converted it into FREE housing for homeless people who used to spend most of their time in and out of jail and chewing through Emergency Room resources every time they got drunk enough to fall down and break something. And you know what? As a net average, the cost of simply providing those folks with a secure place to sleep, along with a pretty strict no-drugs-or-alcohol-on-site policy, was a net REDUCTION in expenditures by the city. Think about that for a moment: Free housing was cheaper than letting the chips fall where they may. (You can read about it here.)

Homelessness, along with abortion, immigration, and inflation, are the issues most likely to determine who wins the upcoming election in November. I’m no public policy expert; neither am I an elected official. (Or, as I often like to say, “I’m not even running for dog-catcher.”) But solutions like the one implemented at the downtown Denver Y are the kinds of things that can make a positive difference in people’s lives, whether they’re homeless, or office workers walking to their cars after sunset. Municipalities saving on costs at the same time? Sure sounds like a win-win to me.

There are of course other smart solutions to this problem. Many of them, like IHN where I once worked, or the Salvation Army, are faith-based initiatives serving the needs of the last, the least, and the lost. It certainly isn’t one-size-fits-all. IHN caters to (mostly) single-moms with kids transitioning to home ownership, while the Salvation Army fills a gap for (mostly) hard-core homeless men in dire need of temporary shelter. And of course, there’s the fine low-cost housing work of Habitat for Humanity, made famous by ex-POTUS Jimmy Carter and his wife Rosalynn. What all such successful efforts feature is a focus not just on needs-of-the-moment, but on getting people on a sustainable long-term path to housing, health-care, and gainful employment. As a famous itinerant preacher once said, “Against such there is no law.”

 

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Thanks for listening to my rant.

As always, comments are welcome,

even from the Voldemort Faction.

After all, if you made it this far,

you’ve already paid the price of admission.

Expectations

Let’s call this one “The Power of Preconceived Expectations.”

Felony Expectations

Dry January - Martha's Chard.
Truth to tell, this “19 Crimes” vintage is not half bad. Be wary of your preconceived expectations!

Despicable Me

Did you happen to catch the end of that Lakers-Nuggets playoff game last night? The Nuggets were down by 20 in the second half, but slowly, relentlessly, they came back. A full blow-by-blow LA Times account of the game, complete with sour grapes from Laker coach Darvin Ham and aging superstar LeBron James, is here.  ICYMI:  Jamal Murray was the big Nuggets hero last night winning it on the final shot. But for my money, the Big Guy from  Sombor Serbia, Nikola Jokic, reigns supreme in just about everything he touches, both on and off the court:  Devoted family man. Horse lover.  And spokesmodel for Despicable Me 4, coming soon to a theater near you. See the trailer, here.

Oh, did I forget to mention? He’s an MVPX2 and gets more Triple Doubles than anybody since Oscar Robertson. Plus, he’s the odds-on favorite to win his second NBA title – and 3rd MVP in 4 years – this season. Not half bad for the 41st pick in the 2014 draft, eh?

Consider for instance the hubub over his full-bore funny Gru attire upon arrival at Ball Arena yesterday. No way Joel Embid or Anthony Davis pulls off that look. None. Let’s just hope Zach Edey (7’4″ phenom from Purdue, often criticized for being “dour,” but still a likely lottery pick in the upcoming NBA draft) is taking notes. Because ya just gotta love a Big Man with a wry sense of humor. Also, ya just gotta love the fact that “Joker” (as he is affectionately know to us in Denver) is hands down the best basketball player on the planet right now – not that I’m biased or anything. Well, at least he’s the best since LeBron James started collecting Social Security benefits that is.

 

Despicable Me - Gru and Joker.
Wry as always, Despicable Me spokesmodel Nikola/Gru reigns supreme.

Tillamook Head

Tillamook Head is just south of Seaside, due west of Portland, on the Oregon coast. Our hike yesterday, here, and by the numbers:  Four miles RT (to the top and back) took us three hours, with over 1000′ of elevation gain. The trail was very steep and hella muddy, with lotsa primeval-looking ferns and ginormous root balls sticking up from fallen old growth trees. I Googled it, and it says some of these Sitka Spruce are over 800 years old. For those of you keeping score at home, that means they were saplings long before Gwyneth Paltrow and Joseph Fiennes made Shakespeare in Love.    😉

All this and some way-overpriced beach-front real estate: Who could ask for anything more? On a cool mid-April Sunday that threatened rain early but turned out sunny, the hike itself was definitely worth the price of admission. Thanks for the tour, Ben. I fear our muddy sneakers will never be the same.

 

Tillamook Head

Root balls and ferns.
Way overpriced Pacific beachfront properties.
Tillamook Head - Ben.
Ben says “Hi” from Tillamook Head.

 

Ben doing the “Kate Pose.” I said to him, “Show us your 7′ wingspan for scale.”
Didn’t believe me about “The Pose?” From Kate’s recent UK Lake District tour. There are many others, but you get the picture.

Happy 420 Day

Happy 420 Day, y’all! You can Google it if that’s not in your wheelhouse.  I drove up I-5 yesterday and got an appropriate photo at a rest stop just north of Mt. Shasta. The chamber of commerce sells t-shirts that say  “I ❤️ Weed.”

 

Although Mt. Shasta is roughly the same elevation as Pike’s Peak (14,115′), it’s a whole lot more imposing for a couple of reasons: First, the base and surrounding habitable area is all under 4000′ instead of over 6000′, so it sticks up more. Also, it has 7 full time glaciers, with year round snow on top. Last, it’s an active volcano that last erupted in the late 1700’s. Oh, and also, there’s a 1-in-5 chance of it doing so again in our lifetimes. So if all that doesn’t get your attention, I’m not sure what will.

 

Ben’s place is near the corner of 207th and Rockport Lane SW.

Happy 420 Day from Beaverton.

It’s in an unicorporated area between Beaverton, Hillsboro, and Aloha.

Happy 420 Day - Aloha!
That’s right, you heard me: Aloha.

 

The local LDS spire looks pretty much like LDS spires everywhere. I think maybe they keep a warehouse full of spares back in Salt Lake?

 

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Here is the obligatory shot of Portland cherry blossoms, same as all the others here in the springtime. Ho hum.

Joyful Java Coffee is only one block from Ben’s house, but he’s never been there. Why? He doesn’t drink the stuff.  Whiskey, however? Yeah, he’s got that covered.

“Take a stick – Leave a stick.”

Folks in this neighborhood seem to have a pretty good sense of humor, all the way from the dog-walkers to the math teachers. “Why is geometry adorable? It has acute angles.”

 

Now, switching gears and driving the ten short miles to downtown Portland…

Happy 420 Day - Hard @ Work.
Ben, hard @ work in ABD’s new offices in the Medical & Dental Building downtown.
Pretty good view of Wy’East, the mountain formerly known as “Mt. Hood.” Ho hum.
Brunch is served in the lobby @TheDailyFeast. This is known as “The Full Monty.” I GUESS!
On the (Willamette River) waterfront. But where’s Marlin Brando? Ah right, there he is….
I coulda been a contender.

 

 

 

 

 

If you aren’t having a Happy 420 Day, you aren’t trying hard enough.

Get with the program, folks!

 

Oh, and happy 39th today to my better half.

I’ll be home soon, hon.

Love you lots!

 

 

Ron and Nancy’s Rental

I was walking the streets of the Fab 40’s yesterday after a stop at TJ’s for yogurt pretzels, and I almost missed the Blue House because I was on the phone with my real estate agent. (Our third showing @392 Midstream is today @2:45.)  For what it’s worth, if you smell smoke in the Fab 40’s like I did yesterday, it’s probably some rich retired guy firing up a fine Cubano, not some stanky hip-hopper with sagging shorts smoking weed. Just FYI.

 

Real Estate - THE Blue House.

For those of you on the outside looking in, “The Blue House” was made famous in the movie “Lady Bird,” Greta Gerwig’s breakout hit –  and a “love-letter to Sacramento” –  before she made the Barbie movie.

Also a blue house, but not THE Blue House. But hey, it’s in the Fab 40’s, so it’s still special.

 

Last but not least…

 

Real Estate - Ron and Nancy.
Ron & Nancy’s rental place at 1341 45th St. sold for $5 mil in ’22. The listing is here.

 

1341 45th was a rental real estate property back in the late 60’s and early ’70’s. A nice couple named Ron and Nancy lived there. He worked for the State, while she practiced astrology and kept small dogs. It was nothing special by Fab 40’s standards, but they seem to have liked it. Later on they moved to DC after Ron got a promotion.  In latter days they retired to Bel Aire in SoCal where they finally achieved the American dream of home ownership. That’s where Ron lost his marbles and Nancy continued with the dogs and the astrology. The things some people do, eh?  Ah well, it beats living in a rental at least.  😉

 

“Rex”, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, with Ron & Nancy.

 

Heading up I-5 to Portland today to visit Ben and see what kind of trouble we can get into this weekend. Stay tuned for details on your late local news @ 11.

About Dang Time

Well, it’s about dang time, that’s all I’ve got to say. The goats have finally arrived on the levee, and not a moment too soon. Any more weed growth and they’d have had to drop the fisherman in to the riverbank by helicopter, dangling from a cable like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. I mean, REALLY!

 

Tom Cruise as Ethan Hunt.
Thassa whole lotta goats, Mister.
That’s a whole lotta goats, mister. As Carl Sagan once famously said: “Billions & billions.”
About dang time: Grazing in process.
I said “CLOSED!”  And not a moment to spare.

 

Bonus Carl Sagan book.

Federal Reserve

Goldilocks and the 3 Federal Reserve Bears.
“First, Goldilocks said interest rates were too high. Then, Goldilocks said they were too low. Then, in agreement with the Federal Reserve Board, she finally said they were juuust right.”

 

 

OK, today’s post is all about interest rates. And we’ve started off with a cartoon because it only hurts when you breathe deep – or when you laugh. Here are a couple of softball questions to test your financial knowledge. Yeah, sure, you could probably Google the answers. But where’s the fun in that? Let me know in the comments section how you did. If you don’t, I’ll just have to assume you got them all wrong. And we wouldn’t want THAT, now would we?

 

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1. How many members currently serve on the Federal Reserve Board?

A. Five

B. Seven

C. 435

 

 

2. Of those, what fraction are women?

A. None

B. All

C. About half

 

 

3. Which of the following are NOT current members of The Fed?

A. Colin Powell

B. Janet Yellin

C. Alan Greenspan

 

 

4. As of 4/16/2024, the 30-year fixed mortgage interest rate was…?

A. Above 7%

B. Between 6% and 7%

C. Below 6%

 

 

5. The commonly used short-hand term for the Federal Reserve?

A. The Fed

B. The Sonsabitches

C. The Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders

 

 

6. Jerome Powell, current Fed Chair, was appointed by which POTUS?

A. Barack Obama

B. Donald Trump

C. Joe Biden

 

 

7. If interest rates remain high, who am I voting for in the fall?

A. Donald Trump

B. Joe Biden

C. Ralph Nader

 

 

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If nobody gets them all right, I will let you know and post correct answers in the comments tomorrow. Now, good luck y’all. And just to show I’m on your side, here are some free hints. Yer welcome.

 

This guy was Fed Chair during the Great Depression, but the sonofabitch is now dead. So is Robin Williams for that matter..
Robin Williams once dressed as a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, but he never served on the Fed.

 

Northern Mississippi

Man, I have really been enjoying reading Ace Atkins. “Ace?” I hear you say. Yeah, I know, I know. But the guy can write a good mystery, even with a name like “Ace.” He did some of the “Spencer” series after Robert B. Parker bit the dust. Then he ventured out into new territory with his series about Quinn Colson, Sheriff of fictional Tibbehah County in Northern Mississippi.

Quinn is an ex-Army Ranger who comes back from Afghanistan to his home town and picks up in local law enforcement where his uncle Hamp (now deceased, formerly disgraced) left off. Both Quinn and his uncle have checkered pasts, which only adds to the fun. You know, along with the moonshine, the juke joints, the fried catfish, and more local color from rural Northern Mississippi than most good-old-boys can shake a stick at. Think of it as John Grisham without the law degree, wearing a Carhartt coat and muddy boots.

Hey, it ain’t William Faulkner or Flannery O’Connor. But I know what I like. And as thriller writers go, Ace is A-okay by me. I started off with his most recent (The Heathens – 2021) and I’m steadily working my way back through Atkins’ output aiming toward his initial Quinn Colson offering (The Ranger – 2011). If you get a chance to sample, please let me know what you think. I can’t necessarily vouch for the catfish or the moonshine. But the local color rings true enough to hold MY interest through eleven novels… and counting.

 

Are more in this series on the way?

This is what Atkins has to say;

 

“There will always be another Quinn Colson book. But these are weird times and I don’t necessarily want to write about COVID times. It’s very difficult to do an interrogation scene with masks, and Quinn and most of his deputies would be out with COVID. I don’t think people want to read about it.

 

Northern Mississippi - The Heathens.
From 2021.

 

Fingers crossed, Ace; fingers crossed.

Pandemic’s over; so, high time to get crackin’.

LMK

I know it probably sounds over-dramatic, but every year when I finish doing the taxes, I feel like I’ve just been pardoned from death row. Having retired last year – and hopefully selling our CA place soon – this should be the last time we’ve got multiple state returns to worry about. And of course, without the aid of modern tax-filing software with its relatively simple Q&A interface, I’d more than likely have jumped off a steep roof in tax season a long time ago – just FYI.

Still, this year’s return(s) ran to over 60 pages. All that and I got it done with 12 hours to spare. New this time around was IRS form 199-A referencing Treasury Regs. §1.199A-4(b)(1)(i); as well as §1.199A-5(c)(2).  For those of you on the outside looking in, that’s the de minimis Safe Harbor Real Estate Statement. In previous years this was just covered by a single check box inside the Tax Act package. But this year, inexplicably, it required an additional .pdf attachment to form 1040. I could go on. But if I did, I’m afraid I might have to seek additional psychotherapy. And nobody wants to see that hot mess.

Suffice it to say, I’m walking on post-tax sunshine today, and that is a very good thing. We should all be so lucky. As I’m well aware, there are those of us out there who are not yet off the hook. Sorry about that, Chief.

 

LMK

LMK = “let me know,” just FYI.

Better luck next time, DJT.