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Posted by Stephen Green · 11 May 2004
Frustrating day. We're in one of those no-fun-news cycles, which is hell on a guy who likes a happy cocktail with his evening reading. Well, that and Melissa and I have been trying to get a home equity line of credit from The First National Bank of Bending You Over Without Even Buying You A Nice Dinner. I mean, it's not like we were eyeing the lobster tank next to the maitre d' stand or anything. A six dollar burger would have been fine – we're easy. We just like a little romance is all. Someone to look us in the eye and listen, really listen, when we say something. Like, listen when we say we want a home equity line of credit today, and not a goddamn cashier's check maybe by the end of the week. We discovered the mistake at the closing this afternoon. Yes – at the closing. Needless to say, we didn't close on the HELOC. They tell us everything will be ready for us to sign first thing Tuesday morning. Wish us luck. And I mean that, because we're going to need a lot of it. Really, getting the HELOC set up should be a no-brainer. We're asking for a line of $35k, on a house in which we have $62k of equity on the purchase price, plus whatever amount more the house is worth today than it was when we bought it. No credit problems, the mortgage has never been in arrears, etc. The loan was supposed to go through two weeks ago, but the bank got cold feet because we were also in the middle of a re-fi. Fine, no problem, we could wait until all the I's were crossed and T's were dotted on the re-fi. When that was all done, suddenly the bank wanted a note from mommy. I only wish I were kidding. Back in December, when my grandfather died, I had a couple of late credit card payments. Both due around the middle of the month – which was exactly when I had to go to St. Louis. An explanation wasn't enough. They needed a letter: Teacher, That's not what I wrote – but I wanted to. And anyway, it got worse. They also wanted a note – from me – explaining Melissa's (how do I word this?) college-era exuberances with her Limited and The Gap accounts. Seven or eight years ago, long before we met, much less married. I was so angry that Melissa, bless her, wrote the letter herself and all I had to do was sign it. All the proper indignities taken care of, we were supposed to close at 1pm sharp. Or make that 1:30, because as of noon, the bank hadn't yet faxed the paperwork to the closer. Grrr. Had we tried this last winter, I'm certain the bank would have safety-pinned our mittens to our coats. So, we got to the mortgage company just before the anointed time, sat down in the comfy swivel chairs, and prepared to sign and initial unto death. As we got to the second set of papers – tax returns, I think – the closer asked us, "We can cut the check for you on Friday, is that soon enough?" "Cut the check?" – Melissa and I both asked. Before the poor woman could say more than a syllable or two, I started to roar. I'd really lost it, and put on the Voice of God I learned from Dad all those years ago. "Look – we don't want a check. We want a line of credit. I'll be damned if I'm going to pay you people interest on money I'm not yet ready to spend." (The Voice of God isn't just volume, diction, and forcefulness. It also involves speaking in the same overly-structured way trial lawyers talk in movies. The last time I remember Dad using the Voice of God on me, it was over the phone. I was having trouble my freshman year of high school, and he said, "You are going to pass all of your final exams, because I just said you would." If you ever meet me, and I have one cocktail in my hand and another in my belly, I might give you a demonstration. And, oh yeah, you're damn right I passed all my finals.) All we want is a new kitchen, a new wet bar, and some minor landscaping. We could pay cash, but then we'd have to spread out our various home improvements over 18-24 months, and I want my new kitchen and wet bar now. Or at least before our Fourth of July bash. The closing is in nine hours. If I'm not back – with a six dollar cheeseburger – by 11am MDT, look for me on the street. I'll be the guy holding a sign reading, "Will Blog for Duel-Fuel Range." Comments
Good luck with the financial stuff. It's never fun even when you're the one getting the money. Here's a little followup on the Zogby thing. He was just on the radio here so it peaked my interest. Found this little article on Zogby's site, it's a tracking poll of Z's own numbers throughout the 2000 election season. http://www.zogby.com/features/featuredtables.dbm?ID=8 The numbers swing around quite a bit, and at this time in 2000 Gore looked to be in quite a hole. Gore bounced back to a late lead, but as we all know the vote ended up as a virtual tie. With that kind of fluctuation in the relative Disneyland that was the year 2000 (peace, good economy), Zogby's prediction seems downright bizaare. Oh well...look at the numbers and draw your own conclusions. Posted by: Mike M at May 11, 2004 07:18 AMStephen, David I bought two houses thirty years apart. Closing the first took us less than an hour and a bank officer apologized for the delay (1972). We had put the standard 20% down, rest financed. After the kids left, we decided that the time had come to downsize. Sold the old place, put some money in bonds, and opened a mortgage of the new place. About 20% of the purchase price: the 80% was equity. In 2002 it took most of the afternoon in front of a snotty closing agent. I have never seen such a pile of paper before or since. And they felt they were doing us dirty peons a favor. My sympathies on your plight. Unfortunately you are dealing with super bean counters. Don't expect intelligence: You won't find it. Posted by: Good Ole Charlie at May 11, 2004 07:38 AMThirty years ago, mortgages were handled at the friendly local S&L. You paid a high rate, but got personal service. And stayed in a frigging motel for SIX WEEKS with wife & child while they faxed & mailed credit reports from your former location in another state to your new location. Today, they don't give a crap about you, but they can pull up your credit report in 5 minutes and have an answer in 5 minutes. Rates are dirt cheap, because its impersonal and they've learned that your FICO score is 99% accurate in determining if you'll pay your loan or not. In your case, they demand all the notes because you don't have much of a credit history. You guys are newly married, and have only owned a house a short while. There's nothing they can look at and see that "Yeah, these guys have a history of paying their loans with no hassle." BTW, why are you getting a HELOC while doing a refi? Sounds like you don't know how it works. The HELOC puts a lien on your house, but when the new refi pays off the previous 1st mortgage, the heloc moves into first place. Naturally, the morgage lender insists that they be in first place, so you'll have to either close the heloc and get the lien released, or get them to subordinate (that is, sign--and record---a paper that says they agree to move back to 2nd place). All that is a huge hassle and takes time. BTW, "end of the week" is because of "consumer protection" laws. You get a 3-day right of recission, which means that they can't give you any money until those 3 days have passed. The real difference between thirty years ago and now---there are more banking regulations now than there were then. Simple fact. The S&L scandal not only changed how S&L's worked, they changed how banks work as well. Compliance has become a nightmare compared to what it used to be like. My Dad was the president of a bank back when all of this was going on. In fact, he gave Bob Kerrey the loan that allowed him to start up his restaurant chain in Omaha. 100% equity with no collateral---and all on a handshake. And Bob paid the bank back, too. That was in early 70's. Try doing something like that nowadays. I hope it works out, Stephen. Good luck. Posted by: Kathy at May 11, 2004 09:53 AMDuel? Freudian slip? ;-) Posted by: rosignol at May 11, 2004 11:02 AMah, the good old days, only whitey with 20 or 30 % in his pocket could buy a house. Would all of you prefer to go back to less paperwork and personal attention or does 4.5% rates, 3.5% down, and the ability for 75% more of the population to purchase their own home . I wont even go into what the highest percent of homeowners in history can do for our economy. We'll all be looking forward to hearing the voice-of-god demonstration at the RMBB. As long as I'm writing, I'd like to remind you that the name of the upcoming July holiday is "Independence Day". I guess it's time for me to fire up the annual ranting^H^H^H^H^H^H^H campaign on that subject. Posted by: jed at May 11, 2004 03:18 PMGawd! You poor man! Facing the prospect of not having a wet bar installed by the time of your July 4th bash? HORRORS!!! Truly, there MUST be some sort of government program to help out truly needy people such as yourself. I shudder at the deprivation you must be enduring. |
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