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The Foreclosure

After writing my last post, I showered and got in the car to drive down to Stamford for the foreclosure. As I drove down, I took mental notes for my story about the foreclosure. I’ll save those notes for a short story if I actually get around to writing it. Suffice it to say, that like my experiences at the AGPA conference, I approached this as a participant-observer, and it served me well.

When I got to Stamford, there were already people exploring the property. Merrie Hawley and her husband were there. Merrie was the attorney conducting the sale.

“It wasn’t a typical foreclosure, but how many of them really are?”

She gave me a copy of the article in the Stamford Advocate about the house sale:

Treasure to be auctioned tomorrow. It is a great article which captures a little bit about what makes Orient Lodge so special.

The interior of the bungalow displays varnished logs, and the walls were chinked with mud and horsehair, said Judy Brewton of Stamford, who is preparing a film history of Long Ridge Village.

I smiled. The article had Judy’s fingerprints all over it. Judy, like other members of the Historical Society love Orient Lodge, perhaps as much as I do. She has fought tirelessly to make sure that the house will be preserved. This article, could, perhaps, contribute to finding the next caretaker for Orient Lodge.

I spent a lot of time talking with various people about the house; its history, my own history, and how we’ve gotten to where things are. In many ways, while it was horribly sad, it also felt like a special party. There were many people there that loved the house and were committed to trying to find someone who would take it on, the way I had hoped to, fifteen years ago. Members of different Historical Societies from around the area were there. Some had gone sleepless, the night before, as had I, in hopes that someone would come to preserve the house.

Judy and some of her friends worked the crowd, passing out an eight by eleven piece of paper.

To All Bidders:

An article in yesterday’s Advocate stated that subdivsion of the Orient Lodge property is possible, but did not mention that because the house sits in the middle of the property, subdivision would not be possible without destruction of the house.

Please be advised that demolishing this house in order to subdivide the property may be against Connecticut Law.

Orient Lodge is an officially designated CT State Historic Property, as well as being situated within the Long Ridge Village Historic District, as listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Respectfully,

The Long Ridge Historic District Commission:

Judy Brewton
Michael Carroll
Phyllis Laline
Marshall Millsap
Cynthia Russell

I would guess that there were around forty people that showed up. Some were neighbors and old friends who were circumspect. They knew me. They knew how hard it is on me to be losing Orient Lodge. Some seemed afraid to talk to me, not sure how I would react. Yet as I spoke with many friends and people, others could see that I was okay, and loosened up.



The Foreclosure, originally uploaded by Aldon.

Merrie read all the legalize and announced that the auction would begin. Only six or so people had brought bank checks and could bid. She announced the initial bid by the bank, $680,948.14, approximately half the amount it had been appraised for when we got the mortgage, and well under even the appraised value as listed by the court.

She looked around the room. Would anyone bid? Time passed. She asked for bids. No one moved. A few people joked nervously. Finally, she announced, going once, going twice, bidding is closed. There was no bid, other than the banks bid.

Most of us were shocked. I went up to Merrie to listen in on the discussions. Everyone was asking what happens next. As I understand it, assuming the court approves the sale, it becomes the banks property in thirty days. I have until then to try and come up with some other solution. Others can get in touch with the bank and try to negotiate directly with them. This is the most likely course of action for most people.

I spoke with many people afterwards. Why didn’t anyone bid? Had the Historical Society people scared off the developers? Did everyone else feel they didn’t need to bid, since it looked like developers wouldn’t seek to tear down the property? Did people avoid bidding because of the crowd, out of fear that a bidding war might erupt? It is hard to say.

As I spoke with one couple, the discussion shifted to the idea of the caretaker. In many ways, I was the caretaker of Orient Lodge for fifteen years. It is now someone else’s turn. During the last years, I couldn’t do as much as I would have liked. Someone remarked that the previous two owners had lived there until they died. I was the first person to leave the house alive in over half a century.

So, what happens now? Monday, people will contact the bank. We will see what happens next. My biggest concern has been that developers would tear down the building. My second biggest concern is that somehow, someone would come along and restore the house and I would lose my connection with it. Yet I spoke with many people who hope to restore the house, and I hope that someone will restore the house and I will be able to stay in touch with the new owners and help them achieve a vision of the house that I never managed to.

As I drove down to Stamford, I wondered, if I write a story about the foreclosure, how would it turn out. Somehow, the stalemate of no bids, while it does nothing to help my current financial situation, may be the best for the rest story and for the story that I may write.

At least, it leaves the story open for the next chapter.

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Foreclosure Day

It is a bright and sunny day, a little bit chilly. I woke up early, tossing and turning. Today is foreclosure day. At noon, the house will be sold in an foreclosure auction.

I need to head down there soon to let the court appointed auctioneer in so that the house can be shown to any potential bidders. As I tossed and turned, I thought about how I should write about this. Blog posts here? Right now, my mind has settled on a short story. I’ve wrote parts of it in my head as I tossed and turned.

“It wasn’t a typical foreclosure, but how many of them really are?”

I check my email. Log in to Second Life to see if there are any messages there that I need to respond to. It feels like I’m trying to put this off, yet at the same time, I will be glad when it is over.

I need to get ready now. More later.

The Gigantic Foreclosure

It seems like an unlikely movie plot. A Wall Street technology executive, who started on Wall Street writing programs to analyze mortgage backed securities, moves to the suburbs and buys a unique hundred-year-old home. After living there for a few years, his marriage falls apart. His career takes a nasty turn, and he struggles to find a new job on the Street. He remarries and spends his time writing and getting involved with politics. He names his blog after the unique house. He gets credentialed as one of the first bloggers at the 2004 Democratic National Convention. He writes a novel for National Novel Writing Month, and as the housing market collapses, he is forced to sell his house in a foreclosure auction.

As he tries to straighten out his financial woes, he gets a call from a movie scout that would like to use the house for a romantic comedy. There isn’t a lot of money in the deal, not enough to bail him out. They want to film just days before the foreclosure auction.

At this point, suggestions on the way the story plays out with the filming and the auction and any humorous twists would be appreciated. I would much rather see this play out as a romantic comedy closer to the style of Woody Allen than a tragicomedy in the style of Zola. However, I can wait. The filming is scheduled for Wednesday and the auction is scheduled for Saturday.

You see, while this sounds like a very unlikely movie plot, it is the current real life twists and turns of my current life.

The movie turns out to be Gigantic, “A comedy centered around a mattress salesman and the young woman whom he meets at his store.” It stars Zooey Deschanel and Paul Dano, with John Goodman, Jane Alexander, Edward Asner and others. One article says that Dano plays “Brian, a depressed mattress salesman whose quest to adopt a Chinese baby is sidetracked when he falls for Happy (Deschanel)”. Another article reports, “Asner will play Dano's pot-smoking, gangsta rap-loving father, and Alexander plays his mother. Goodman plays Deschanel's brilliant but domineering father.”



Gigantic, originally uploaded by Aldon.

As best as I can tell, there is a family reunion, which will be filmed at Orient Lodge. The family is going hunting, or something like that. One person said that family is going mushroom hunting together and everyone takes magic mushrooms before hand.

So, if everything goes fine, they will finish filming at the house a couple days before the foreclosure auction. I have no idea what will happen at the foreclosure auction. It would be great if things work out in such a way that covers a large portion of the outstanding debt, but we shall see.



Foreclosure Notice, originally uploaded by Aldon.

So, Gigantic sounds like a fun movie. The plot might seem a little unlikely, but it probably seems more likely than the plot of my life and we shall see how the two plots intermingle.

Saturday afternoon random stuff

It is a quiet, rainy day. Mairead and Miranda are with their mother. Fiona has been out with Kim at various activities; horse grooming in the morning, and rehearsal for the Palm Sunday Pageant in the afternoon. I have spent time, reading through emails that have piled up and listening to various shows on NPR.

As I get through the emails I’ve built up a list of websites that I’ve browsed and left open, something like 20 different tabs in my browser. Personal Paranoia is a website by Nick Carlton. He added me as a friend on BlogCatalog, I believe. I liked what I read and left the window open to come back to.

I’ve been checking in at Cool Justice a lot over the past few days as we continue to write about and try to make sense of the latest developments in the Avery Doninger case.

I had a meeting on Wednesday where it was suggested that I should check out Fielding Graduate University. “Our mission is to meet your educational and professional needs as an adult learner and a mid-career professional.” In the same discussion, the Carter Center was mentioned. They have The Rosalynn Carter Fellowships For Mental Health Journalism. Applications are due no later than April 28th.

Another tab had Introducing the Book open. It has a very funny tech support video.

Then, there are all kinds of tabs open for interesting events. Yesterday, South by Southwest started. Everyone is Twittering about it or jonesing to be there. The ”Big Gamble” symposium website is open, as is the Life 2.0 summit, where I still can’t find a schedule of who is speaking when. This overlaps with Take Back America 2008. I went to Take Back America last year, and I’m trying to figure out my schedule for this month.

Then, there are various job leads that have crossed my desk in one manner or another. The Center for Community Change is looking for a Web and New Media Manager. Virtual Thesaurus is looking for a Executive Producer to manage all editorial of its online magazine on language and the creative process. SLCN.TV is looking for a part time webmaster.

Two final websites; one is an article about Babak Zamanian, an Iranian blogger who has been sentenced to jail because of his writing. The other is 23andme, a personal Genome Service. For a thousand dollars, you can send them a sample of your saliva. They look at around 600,000 single nucleotide polymorphisms, not the whole genome, but enough to get a very good view ones genetic ancestry and makeup. When I have a few thousand to spare, it would it looks like a great geek toy.

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Mixed Media

My queue of unread emails has expanded significantly again. There is so much to read. There is so much going on in Second Life. I have articles and emails to write. Yet it is also college break and the girls have been around. I drove Miranda to the train station this morning. She is spending some time with some friends before heading back to school. I asked my Mairead what some good father daughter time might be, and she suggested visiting a bookstore. It led to a good mixed media day.

The first store we stopped at is part of a large national chain, yet there is a foreign language section with ties to Yale and some great books. Mairead stopped there while I went and checked out some other books. I’ve been thinking of getting The Writer’s Market to see if I can find a publisher for my novel, and perhaps some other good writing gigs. Miranda is also interested in this, since she has written one novel and has some others in the works. However, I just couldn’t see spending $50 on the 2008 deluxe edition of The Writer’s Market.

When Mairead had selected her books, we headed off to another bookstore. This one was a small local bookstore. It was full of books from ancient literature to new media and from Marxist to anarcho-capitalist theories. As I looked at the new media books, I was struck by how old they seemed. I found it interesting to look at what they had to say, as I thought of what was piling up on my hard drive. At one point, Mairead asked me if I remembered who wrote Interview with the Vampire. We both remembered that the author’s first name was Anne, but we couldn’t think of the last name. If I were sitting at home, I could googled it and had the answer in a moment. As it was, the quickest way of finding out was to call Kim, who quickly reminded us that it was Anne Rice.

Cellphones and Google have changed the way we search for information. The Internet has changed our view of what is timely. This changes what you can find on the shelves of the large bookstore chains. However, there is still something very special about going to a small local bookstore, with a great collection of obscure books. Father and daughter, old media and new.

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