[temeculaguy]

If you are doing it for purely financial reasons, then follow the above advice about the least impact and hassle on your life. But if you doing it for the education/adventure or what you referred to as “fun” then you want to use a different set of rules. Ask yourself “what do I need to learn” and fill that void. Avoid the classifieds and just keep your eyes open in social settings for potential roomates, having a mutual aquaintance helps getting the true scoop on someone.

While my roommate experiences were all in my formative years and I would not even consider it now, here are the three roommates scenarios I believe that enhanced my life the most, these were not friends and sometimes they were friends of friends or friends of existing roommates, all were from college days when stuff didn’t seem to matter so much.

1. I had a roommate from a different religion, socio-economic background and frame of mind. In those two years, I learned a lot. He was a good dude.

2. I had another roommate who was a really good looking guy, he was “model good looking” and dumb like rain man. Wherever we went, whenever we had parties, women flocked to him, but after a short while of talking to him, most lost interest. But they are already drinking and already gussied up, perfect scenario for an average looking but witty guy like myself. After a while I just called him “bait.”

3. The best roommate was the non political, non angry lipstick lesbian. I was young, I knew very little about women (not just sexually, but mentally and emotionally). She wasn’t guarded, didn’t worry about giving up the secrets of her gender, didn’t feel like she had a group to defend and never had I met a more candid person. She had the mind of a man with the body of a woman, it was like having a spy. I had the other team’s playbook in my livingroom and there was no better wingman/wingwoman. Oh, and her friends….I have to stop writing or I am going to start crying, damn you brian for binging this up, that only lasted one semester and she moved to another city, I still have unanswered questions 20 years later that I didn’t ask when I had the chance. Damn, Damn, Double Damn.

[temeculaguy]

If you are doing it for purely financial reasons, then follow the above advice about the least impact and hassle on your life. But if you doing it for the education/adventure or what you referred to as “fun” then you want to use a different set of rules. Ask yourself “what do I need to learn” and fill that void. Avoid the classifieds and just keep your eyes open in social settings for potential roomates, having a mutual aquaintance helps getting the true scoop on someone.

While my roommate experiences were all in my formative years and I would not even consider it now, here are the three roommates scenarios I believe that enhanced my life the most, these were not friends and sometimes they were friends of friends or friends of existing roommates, all were from college days when stuff didn’t seem to matter so much.

1. I had a roommate from a different religion, socio-economic background and frame of mind. In those two years, I learned a lot. He was a good dude.

2. I had another roommate who was a really good looking guy, he was “model good looking” and dumb like rain man. Wherever we went, whenever we had parties, women flocked to him, but after a short while of talking to him, most lost interest. But they are already drinking and already gussied up, perfect scenario for an average looking but witty guy like myself. After a while I just called him “bait.”

3. The best roommate was the non political, non angry lipstick lesbian. I was young, I knew very little about women (not just sexually, but mentally and emotionally). She wasn’t guarded, didn’t worry about giving up the secrets of her gender, didn’t feel like she had a group to defend and never had I met a more candid person. She had the mind of a man with the body of a woman, it was like having a spy. I had the other team’s playbook in my livingroom and there was no better wingman/wingwoman. Oh, and her friends….I have to stop writing or I am going to start crying, damn you brian for binging this up, that only lasted one semester and she moved to another city, I still have unanswered questions 20 years later that I didn’t ask when I had the chance. Damn, Damn, Double Damn.

[temeculaguy]

If you are doing it for purely financial reasons, then follow the above advice about the least impact and hassle on your life. But if you doing it for the education/adventure or what you referred to as “fun” then you want to use a different set of rules. Ask yourself “what do I need to learn” and fill that void. Avoid the classifieds and just keep your eyes open in social settings for potential roomates, having a mutual aquaintance helps getting the true scoop on someone.

While my roommate experiences were all in my formative years and I would not even consider it now, here are the three roommates scenarios I believe that enhanced my life the most, these were not friends and sometimes they were friends of friends or friends of existing roommates, all were from college days when stuff didn’t seem to matter so much.

1. I had a roommate from a different religion, socio-economic background and frame of mind. In those two years, I learned a lot. He was a good dude.

2. I had another roommate who was a really good looking guy, he was “model good looking” and dumb like rain man. Wherever we went, whenever we had parties, women flocked to him, but after a short while of talking to him, most lost interest. But they are already drinking and already gussied up, perfect scenario for an average looking but witty guy like myself. After a while I just called him “bait.”

3. The best roommate was the non political, non angry lipstick lesbian. I was young, I knew very little about women (not just sexually, but mentally and emotionally). She wasn’t guarded, didn’t worry about giving up the secrets of her gender, didn’t feel like she had a group to defend and never had I met a more candid person. She had the mind of a man with the body of a woman, it was like having a spy. I had the other team’s playbook in my livingroom and there was no better wingman/wingwoman. Oh, and her friends….I have to stop writing or I am going to start crying, damn you brian for binging this up, that only lasted one semester and she moved to another city, I still have unanswered questions 20 years later that I didn’t ask when I had the chance. Damn, Damn, Double Damn.

[temeculaguy]

If you are doing it for purely financial reasons, then follow the above advice about the least impact and hassle on your life. But if you doing it for the education/adventure or what you referred to as “fun” then you want to use a different set of rules. Ask yourself “what do I need to learn” and fill that void. Avoid the classifieds and just keep your eyes open in social settings for potential roomates, having a mutual aquaintance helps getting the true scoop on someone.

While my roommate experiences were all in my formative years and I would not even consider it now, here are the three roommates scenarios I believe that enhanced my life the most, these were not friends and sometimes they were friends of friends or friends of existing roommates, all were from college days when stuff didn’t seem to matter so much.

1. I had a roommate from a different religion, socio-economic background and frame of mind. In those two years, I learned a lot. He was a good dude.

2. I had another roommate who was a really good looking guy, he was “model good looking” and dumb like rain man. Wherever we went, whenever we had parties, women flocked to him, but after a short while of talking to him, most lost interest. But they are already drinking and already gussied up, perfect scenario for an average looking but witty guy like myself. After a while I just called him “bait.”

3. The best roommate was the non political, non angry lipstick lesbian. I was young, I knew very little about women (not just sexually, but mentally and emotionally). She wasn’t guarded, didn’t worry about giving up the secrets of her gender, didn’t feel like she had a group to defend and never had I met a more candid person. She had the mind of a man with the body of a woman, it was like having a spy. I had the other team’s playbook in my livingroom and there was no better wingman/wingwoman. Oh, and her friends….I have to stop writing or I am going to start crying, damn you brian for binging this up, that only lasted one semester and she moved to another city, I still have unanswered questions 20 years later that I didn’t ask when I had the chance. Damn, Damn, Double Damn.

[temeculaguy]

I’m a little dissapointed to see the guy being admired. Life isn’t is a race, nor is it a test. It is merely a journey, like one you would take in a rowboat between two islands. You prepare your provisions, get in shape, have a plan and then set off for the other island. You conserve food and water along the way and make sure to log enough miles each day. If you eat all your food and drink all your water before you are half way, you wont make it. If you basque in the sun all day, you’ll never make it. But if you stick to the plan and the destination island is in sight, you can row easier and admire the view. You can re-evaluate your food and water and quench your thirst a little more as you are close. When you hit the shore, you can stop rowing, head to town and head to the nearest bar.

The guy in the story hit shore years ago, yet he still sits in the boat and rows, he still only gives himself but sips of water. That’s where he deserves pity, he was so focused on rowing he lost sight of the big picture. He now thinks the rowing is his purpose instead of rowing being a method to acheive the goal of reaching his destination.

I know and knew many people from the WWII and depression generation, I am a product of their wisdom in many ways. For some reason I learned something completely different from them than some of you. I did not learn that you work until the day of your death, I did not learn that you get to take it all with you. What I learned is that you take care of all your obligations first, then you relax and do things that may not bring you wealth but bring you happiness. The WWII and depression people that I admired, worked hard, saved, paid their way but they also borrowed for the right reasons (education, houses, prudent investments) and when their kids were grown up and their houses paid off, they bought motorhomes or traveled. They drank wine and played golf. They spent their time with charitible social clubs (masons, shriners, lyons, vfw, etc.) making sure to give back but have fun at the same time. They “lied, cheat and stole” but in the way that is rightous, “lying with the one you love, cheated death, and stole time to be with family.” They were not working unless it was for their social group or the charity they believed in, because they earned it. They bought fancy cars and pissed some of their inheritence away because they finally could. My idol, who worked his whole life and still volunteered daily until he was well past 90, bought himself a convertible t-bird, probably because he went without it when he had obligations as a younger man. He stopped rowing, he taught others to row for free for many years and he also did a few things for himself. He imparted wisdom on younguns like myself because it made him happy.

I’m just like all of you in some ways, frugal in my current plans, but at some point you have to say “I did it, I’m good, I’m ordering the good wine and buying the car I always wanted.” I’m fairly close, about ten years left on the current plan and then I will not have to worry about money for the rest of my life. The hard facts are that I’ll be without debt, I’ll own my house, I’ll be low to mid 50’s and I will have income in perpituity more than what I live on today with half the expenses and none of the obligations. But I’ll have but a fraction of what the man in the story has. And if you catch me in an office, scrutinizing expense reports, punch me in the face, because I will need it. I hope I won’t even know what an oar looks like by then, I’ll never row again because I already did that. It’s great that people earn like a prince and live like a pauper, but when enough is enough and they are within sight of shore, will they have the ability to enjoy the spoils? I hope so. I know I will.

[temeculaguy]

I’m a little dissapointed to see the guy being admired. Life isn’t is a race, nor is it a test. It is merely a journey, like one you would take in a rowboat between two islands. You prepare your provisions, get in shape, have a plan and then set off for the other island. You conserve food and water along the way and make sure to log enough miles each day. If you eat all your food and drink all your water before you are half way, you wont make it. If you basque in the sun all day, you’ll never make it. But if you stick to the plan and the destination island is in sight, you can row easier and admire the view. You can re-evaluate your food and water and quench your thirst a little more as you are close. When you hit the shore, you can stop rowing, head to town and head to the nearest bar.

The guy in the story hit shore years ago, yet he still sits in the boat and rows, he still only gives himself but sips of water. That’s where he deserves pity, he was so focused on rowing he lost sight of the big picture. He now thinks the rowing is his purpose instead of rowing being a method to acheive the goal of reaching his destination.

I know and knew many people from the WWII and depression generation, I am a product of their wisdom in many ways. For some reason I learned something completely different from them than some of you. I did not learn that you work until the day of your death, I did not learn that you get to take it all with you. What I learned is that you take care of all your obligations first, then you relax and do things that may not bring you wealth but bring you happiness. The WWII and depression people that I admired, worked hard, saved, paid their way but they also borrowed for the right reasons (education, houses, prudent investments) and when their kids were grown up and their houses paid off, they bought motorhomes or traveled. They drank wine and played golf. They spent their time with charitible social clubs (masons, shriners, lyons, vfw, etc.) making sure to give back but have fun at the same time. They “lied, cheat and stole” but in the way that is rightous, “lying with the one you love, cheated death, and stole time to be with family.” They were not working unless it was for their social group or the charity they believed in, because they earned it. They bought fancy cars and pissed some of their inheritence away because they finally could. My idol, who worked his whole life and still volunteered daily until he was well past 90, bought himself a convertible t-bird, probably because he went without it when he had obligations as a younger man. He stopped rowing, he taught others to row for free for many years and he also did a few things for himself. He imparted wisdom on younguns like myself because it made him happy.

I’m just like all of you in some ways, frugal in my current plans, but at some point you have to say “I did it, I’m good, I’m ordering the good wine and buying the car I always wanted.” I’m fairly close, about ten years left on the current plan and then I will not have to worry about money for the rest of my life. The hard facts are that I’ll be without debt, I’ll own my house, I’ll be low to mid 50’s and I will have income in perpituity more than what I live on today with half the expenses and none of the obligations. But I’ll have but a fraction of what the man in the story has. And if you catch me in an office, scrutinizing expense reports, punch me in the face, because I will need it. I hope I won’t even know what an oar looks like by then, I’ll never row again because I already did that. It’s great that people earn like a prince and live like a pauper, but when enough is enough and they are within sight of shore, will they have the ability to enjoy the spoils? I hope so. I know I will.

[temeculaguy]

I’m a little dissapointed to see the guy being admired. Life isn’t is a race, nor is it a test. It is merely a journey, like one you would take in a rowboat between two islands. You prepare your provisions, get in shape, have a plan and then set off for the other island. You conserve food and water along the way and make sure to log enough miles each day. If you eat all your food and drink all your water before you are half way, you wont make it. If you basque in the sun all day, you’ll never make it. But if you stick to the plan and the destination island is in sight, you can row easier and admire the view. You can re-evaluate your food and water and quench your thirst a little more as you are close. When you hit the shore, you can stop rowing, head to town and head to the nearest bar.

The guy in the story hit shore years ago, yet he still sits in the boat and rows, he still only gives himself but sips of water. That’s where he deserves pity, he was so focused on rowing he lost sight of the big picture. He now thinks the rowing is his purpose instead of rowing being a method to acheive the goal of reaching his destination.

I know and knew many people from the WWII and depression generation, I am a product of their wisdom in many ways. For some reason I learned something completely different from them than some of you. I did not learn that you work until the day of your death, I did not learn that you get to take it all with you. What I learned is that you take care of all your obligations first, then you relax and do things that may not bring you wealth but bring you happiness. The WWII and depression people that I admired, worked hard, saved, paid their way but they also borrowed for the right reasons (education, houses, prudent investments) and when their kids were grown up and their houses paid off, they bought motorhomes or traveled. They drank wine and played golf. They spent their time with charitible social clubs (masons, shriners, lyons, vfw, etc.) making sure to give back but have fun at the same time. They “lied, cheat and stole” but in the way that is rightous, “lying with the one you love, cheated death, and stole time to be with family.” They were not working unless it was for their social group or the charity they believed in, because they earned it. They bought fancy cars and pissed some of their inheritence away because they finally could. My idol, who worked his whole life and still volunteered daily until he was well past 90, bought himself a convertible t-bird, probably because he went without it when he had obligations as a younger man. He stopped rowing, he taught others to row for free for many years and he also did a few things for himself. He imparted wisdom on younguns like myself because it made him happy.

I’m just like all of you in some ways, frugal in my current plans, but at some point you have to say “I did it, I’m good, I’m ordering the good wine and buying the car I always wanted.” I’m fairly close, about ten years left on the current plan and then I will not have to worry about money for the rest of my life. The hard facts are that I’ll be without debt, I’ll own my house, I’ll be low to mid 50’s and I will have income in perpituity more than what I live on today with half the expenses and none of the obligations. But I’ll have but a fraction of what the man in the story has. And if you catch me in an office, scrutinizing expense reports, punch me in the face, because I will need it. I hope I won’t even know what an oar looks like by then, I’ll never row again because I already did that. It’s great that people earn like a prince and live like a pauper, but when enough is enough and they are within sight of shore, will they have the ability to enjoy the spoils? I hope so. I know I will.

[temeculaguy]

I’m a little dissapointed to see the guy being admired. Life isn’t is a race, nor is it a test. It is merely a journey, like one you would take in a rowboat between two islands. You prepare your provisions, get in shape, have a plan and then set off for the other island. You conserve food and water along the way and make sure to log enough miles each day. If you eat all your food and drink all your water before you are half way, you wont make it. If you basque in the sun all day, you’ll never make it. But if you stick to the plan and the destination island is in sight, you can row easier and admire the view. You can re-evaluate your food and water and quench your thirst a little more as you are close. When you hit the shore, you can stop rowing, head to town and head to the nearest bar.

The guy in the story hit shore years ago, yet he still sits in the boat and rows, he still only gives himself but sips of water. That’s where he deserves pity, he was so focused on rowing he lost sight of the big picture. He now thinks the rowing is his purpose instead of rowing being a method to acheive the goal of reaching his destination.

I know and knew many people from the WWII and depression generation, I am a product of their wisdom in many ways. For some reason I learned something completely different from them than some of you. I did not learn that you work until the day of your death, I did not learn that you get to take it all with you. What I learned is that you take care of all your obligations first, then you relax and do things that may not bring you wealth but bring you happiness. The WWII and depression people that I admired, worked hard, saved, paid their way but they also borrowed for the right reasons (education, houses, prudent investments) and when their kids were grown up and their houses paid off, they bought motorhomes or traveled. They drank wine and played golf. They spent their time with charitible social clubs (masons, shriners, lyons, vfw, etc.) making sure to give back but have fun at the same time. They “lied, cheat and stole” but in the way that is rightous, “lying with the one you love, cheated death, and stole time to be with family.” They were not working unless it was for their social group or the charity they believed in, because they earned it. They bought fancy cars and pissed some of their inheritence away because they finally could. My idol, who worked his whole life and still volunteered daily until he was well past 90, bought himself a convertible t-bird, probably because he went without it when he had obligations as a younger man. He stopped rowing, he taught others to row for free for many years and he also did a few things for himself. He imparted wisdom on younguns like myself because it made him happy.

I’m just like all of you in some ways, frugal in my current plans, but at some point you have to say “I did it, I’m good, I’m ordering the good wine and buying the car I always wanted.” I’m fairly close, about ten years left on the current plan and then I will not have to worry about money for the rest of my life. The hard facts are that I’ll be without debt, I’ll own my house, I’ll be low to mid 50’s and I will have income in perpituity more than what I live on today with half the expenses and none of the obligations. But I’ll have but a fraction of what the man in the story has. And if you catch me in an office, scrutinizing expense reports, punch me in the face, because I will need it. I hope I won’t even know what an oar looks like by then, I’ll never row again because I already did that. It’s great that people earn like a prince and live like a pauper, but when enough is enough and they are within sight of shore, will they have the ability to enjoy the spoils? I hope so. I know I will.

[temeculaguy]

I’m a little dissapointed to see the guy being admired. Life isn’t is a race, nor is it a test. It is merely a journey, like one you would take in a rowboat between two islands. You prepare your provisions, get in shape, have a plan and then set off for the other island. You conserve food and water along the way and make sure to log enough miles each day. If you eat all your food and drink all your water before you are half way, you wont make it. If you basque in the sun all day, you’ll never make it. But if you stick to the plan and the destination island is in sight, you can row easier and admire the view. You can re-evaluate your food and water and quench your thirst a little more as you are close. When you hit the shore, you can stop rowing, head to town and head to the nearest bar.

The guy in the story hit shore years ago, yet he still sits in the boat and rows, he still only gives himself but sips of water. That’s where he deserves pity, he was so focused on rowing he lost sight of the big picture. He now thinks the rowing is his purpose instead of rowing being a method to acheive the goal of reaching his destination.

I know and knew many people from the WWII and depression generation, I am a product of their wisdom in many ways. For some reason I learned something completely different from them than some of you. I did not learn that you work until the day of your death, I did not learn that you get to take it all with you. What I learned is that you take care of all your obligations first, then you relax and do things that may not bring you wealth but bring you happiness. The WWII and depression people that I admired, worked hard, saved, paid their way but they also borrowed for the right reasons (education, houses, prudent investments) and when their kids were grown up and their houses paid off, they bought motorhomes or traveled. They drank wine and played golf. They spent their time with charitible social clubs (masons, shriners, lyons, vfw, etc.) making sure to give back but have fun at the same time. They “lied, cheat and stole” but in the way that is rightous, “lying with the one you love, cheated death, and stole time to be with family.” They were not working unless it was for their social group or the charity they believed in, because they earned it. They bought fancy cars and pissed some of their inheritence away because they finally could. My idol, who worked his whole life and still volunteered daily until he was well past 90, bought himself a convertible t-bird, probably because he went without it when he had obligations as a younger man. He stopped rowing, he taught others to row for free for many years and he also did a few things for himself. He imparted wisdom on younguns like myself because it made him happy.

I’m just like all of you in some ways, frugal in my current plans, but at some point you have to say “I did it, I’m good, I’m ordering the good wine and buying the car I always wanted.” I’m fairly close, about ten years left on the current plan and then I will not have to worry about money for the rest of my life. The hard facts are that I’ll be without debt, I’ll own my house, I’ll be low to mid 50’s and I will have income in perpituity more than what I live on today with half the expenses and none of the obligations. But I’ll have but a fraction of what the man in the story has. And if you catch me in an office, scrutinizing expense reports, punch me in the face, because I will need it. I hope I won’t even know what an oar looks like by then, I’ll never row again because I already did that. It’s great that people earn like a prince and live like a pauper, but when enough is enough and they are within sight of shore, will they have the ability to enjoy the spoils? I hope so. I know I will.

[temeculaguy]

I vote for “mental illness” as the cause. Buffet and Sam Walton were quirky in that they liked their old cars, but neither was immune from enjoying their money a little. Both gave heavily to charity and realized they had more than they could ever spend. Their homes were not in disrepair, they were not pissing off the neighbors, getting sued by the county, living with a mold problem because they were too cheap to fix it and they were not using duct tape to fix carpeting. They were a little eccentric, the ultra rich sometimes get that way, they don’t need to impress anyone and sometimes they don’t even bother, it does nothing for them.

This guy is 78, still working, worth over 150 million and still being scrooge, his employees fear him and his neighbors hate him. He’s a nutjob that had a talent for making money, but he’s still a nutjob. Did any of the people that work for him say anything positive, say that he was a great leader, a wonderful man? No, they fired off insults and some didn’t want their name used for fear of reprisal. He’s going to die one day, probably not too far off, and very few peope will miss him, regardless of how much money he had. That is not a “rich” man. I believe Mark Twain summed up it up best “Live your life in such a way that when you die, even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Frugal” and “cheap” are not the same things. A frugal person orders the blue plate special, a cheap person doesn’t tip.

[temeculaguy]

I vote for “mental illness” as the cause. Buffet and Sam Walton were quirky in that they liked their old cars, but neither was immune from enjoying their money a little. Both gave heavily to charity and realized they had more than they could ever spend. Their homes were not in disrepair, they were not pissing off the neighbors, getting sued by the county, living with a mold problem because they were too cheap to fix it and they were not using duct tape to fix carpeting. They were a little eccentric, the ultra rich sometimes get that way, they don’t need to impress anyone and sometimes they don’t even bother, it does nothing for them.

This guy is 78, still working, worth over 150 million and still being scrooge, his employees fear him and his neighbors hate him. He’s a nutjob that had a talent for making money, but he’s still a nutjob. Did any of the people that work for him say anything positive, say that he was a great leader, a wonderful man? No, they fired off insults and some didn’t want their name used for fear of reprisal. He’s going to die one day, probably not too far off, and very few peope will miss him, regardless of how much money he had. That is not a “rich” man. I believe Mark Twain summed up it up best “Live your life in such a way that when you die, even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Frugal” and “cheap” are not the same things. A frugal person orders the blue plate special, a cheap person doesn’t tip.

[temeculaguy]

I vote for “mental illness” as the cause. Buffet and Sam Walton were quirky in that they liked their old cars, but neither was immune from enjoying their money a little. Both gave heavily to charity and realized they had more than they could ever spend. Their homes were not in disrepair, they were not pissing off the neighbors, getting sued by the county, living with a mold problem because they were too cheap to fix it and they were not using duct tape to fix carpeting. They were a little eccentric, the ultra rich sometimes get that way, they don’t need to impress anyone and sometimes they don’t even bother, it does nothing for them.

This guy is 78, still working, worth over 150 million and still being scrooge, his employees fear him and his neighbors hate him. He’s a nutjob that had a talent for making money, but he’s still a nutjob. Did any of the people that work for him say anything positive, say that he was a great leader, a wonderful man? No, they fired off insults and some didn’t want their name used for fear of reprisal. He’s going to die one day, probably not too far off, and very few peope will miss him, regardless of how much money he had. That is not a “rich” man. I believe Mark Twain summed up it up best “Live your life in such a way that when you die, even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Frugal” and “cheap” are not the same things. A frugal person orders the blue plate special, a cheap person doesn’t tip.

[temeculaguy]

I vote for “mental illness” as the cause. Buffet and Sam Walton were quirky in that they liked their old cars, but neither was immune from enjoying their money a little. Both gave heavily to charity and realized they had more than they could ever spend. Their homes were not in disrepair, they were not pissing off the neighbors, getting sued by the county, living with a mold problem because they were too cheap to fix it and they were not using duct tape to fix carpeting. They were a little eccentric, the ultra rich sometimes get that way, they don’t need to impress anyone and sometimes they don’t even bother, it does nothing for them.

This guy is 78, still working, worth over 150 million and still being scrooge, his employees fear him and his neighbors hate him. He’s a nutjob that had a talent for making money, but he’s still a nutjob. Did any of the people that work for him say anything positive, say that he was a great leader, a wonderful man? No, they fired off insults and some didn’t want their name used for fear of reprisal. He’s going to die one day, probably not too far off, and very few peope will miss him, regardless of how much money he had. That is not a “rich” man. I believe Mark Twain summed up it up best “Live your life in such a way that when you die, even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Frugal” and “cheap” are not the same things. A frugal person orders the blue plate special, a cheap person doesn’t tip.

[temeculaguy]

I vote for “mental illness” as the cause. Buffet and Sam Walton were quirky in that they liked their old cars, but neither was immune from enjoying their money a little. Both gave heavily to charity and realized they had more than they could ever spend. Their homes were not in disrepair, they were not pissing off the neighbors, getting sued by the county, living with a mold problem because they were too cheap to fix it and they were not using duct tape to fix carpeting. They were a little eccentric, the ultra rich sometimes get that way, they don’t need to impress anyone and sometimes they don’t even bother, it does nothing for them.

This guy is 78, still working, worth over 150 million and still being scrooge, his employees fear him and his neighbors hate him. He’s a nutjob that had a talent for making money, but he’s still a nutjob. Did any of the people that work for him say anything positive, say that he was a great leader, a wonderful man? No, they fired off insults and some didn’t want their name used for fear of reprisal. He’s going to die one day, probably not too far off, and very few peope will miss him, regardless of how much money he had. That is not a “rich” man. I believe Mark Twain summed up it up best “Live your life in such a way that when you die, even the undertaker will be sorry.”

“Frugal” and “cheap” are not the same things. A frugal person orders the blue plate special, a cheap person doesn’t tip.

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There is another thread going that talks about how that is already somewhat in place because of the AMT which is set to return. If you’ve got the income to have more than a 500k loan, you are likely going to get clobbered anyway. It’s only going to screw California and New York, traditionally blue states, I doubt Obama wants to piss off all the rich democrats. But something like that could pass, it would only hurt certain markets in a few states. 90% of the country would consider people in 700k+ homes as rich, which isn’t really accurate in a few california cities. I wonder what percentage of San Diego has more than 500k loans. A lot of areas have higher than 500k values but that doesn’t always mean they have loans that high.

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