Unbelievably, it’s taken more than a year for a Sacramento seller to say please do not sell my house to a Trump supporter. I’m writing this blog way in advance of my listing so you won’t know who it is since I list many homes in Sacramento. I consistently protect my seller’s identity and respect fiduciary. This is only surprising to me to the extent that it hasn’t come up before now.
I’ve had sellers allude to it but none came right out and said so. For example, a seller in Carmichael last year admitted that he specifically chose me as his listing agent over a Republican in his neighborhood who supported Trump. He also Googled the buyer to determine whether the buyer was a good fit, politically. Hey, I understand. Completely. If you oppose the evilness of Trump, you do not want to sell to a buyer who approves of the disgusting behavior unapologetically displayed by our President.
In 1980, I won a trip to Jamaica and thought it was a scam. I called HBO and asked if they knew some scam artist was sending out letters on its letterhead telling victims they had won an all-expense-paid trip for two to Jamaica for a week. They promoted it as a collaborative effort between HBO and the Jamaica Tourist Board. And even though it was the early days of HBO when anything goes, I was still suspicious. Perhaps it’s my Midwestern upbringing or living on the streets as a child. In any case, HBO assured me that I had indeed won a trip to Jamaica. Hurricane Allen had devastated Jamaica the year before, and this PR event was supposedly a way to reinvigorate interest.
When I first tried to get tickets to the Billy Bragg “Bridges not Walls” tour at Crest Theatre, I could not get the tickets I wanted. It was as though some promoter or some entity bought up all the tickets in the center section of the first 5 rows. The only tickets that were available at all were in Row D at the edge, in seats 101 and 102. I almost said to heck with it, I am not buying tickets to this performance at the Crest Theatre. But then I sat there pondering, staring at the monitor and saying to myself, well, it is Billy Bragg. And I can’t not go. I would be very upset if I missed seeing Billy Bragg.
When I read about the Land Park Society in the Sacramento Bee yesterday, it seemed a bit weird to me that private citizens would need to petition the city to do its job in noticing the homeless population problem. But I suppose there are only so many police officers available to secure the streets, and to this resident, homeless people are not an extremely dangerous situation. Yet, I am not riding my bike on the American Parkway, either, so maybe I’d have a different opinion if I did. I would not want aggressive dogs directed to nip at my heels or rocks thrown at me.
Chase Bank just sent me a notice to say because my account balances have fallen slightly below its outrageous $75,000 minimum, it has now started to charge me $25 a month to keep my money in its bank. I complained and was told I should just deposit more funds. Now, I am not a huge fan of big banks. I typically bank at a credit union, The Golden 1. The problem is the maximum amount the FDIC insures. Meaning if a person wants to keep liquid funds, she needs to spread it around at various banking institutions. I realize exceeding the FDIC maximum is not everybody’s problem, and I’m not boasting about my own dilemma as some people would love to deal with this sort of specific issue, but I find that I just can’t stand Chase Bank anymore.