But I know all about this stuff, Scylla! Ive held a wide variety of temp positions. One of them was for Wells Fargo, mortgage documents. A couple of us. Then the ARMs started to flow, then flood, then inundate. First there were a couple of us, then there were five, and then…
So I consulted the old man, who worked as a real estate assessor. A natural born iron-ass, just to the left of Calvin Coolidge. You’d like him, you have a similar level of tolerance for dissenting views, but he would likely find you a tad too liberal. Politicallly, a knuckle walking troglodyte, but he wouldn’t pick up a nickel off the sidewalk if it wasn’t his.
So, what is this ARM stuff, I asked. Total ballistic. Its bullshit, it stinketh unto the highest heaven, they have built too many houses for upper middle income people and they don’t have enough upper middle income people to sell them to. Nobody wants to build modest family homes, because that’s not where the big money is. Sometimes ARMS are ok, sometimes they work, if someone is making X money but is likely to make twice X in the very near future.
“How many are you seeing?”
“Tons, Dad, tons.”
“Oh, fuck! Well, they’re gonna have to find some way to move them off their books, but sooner or later, someone is going to take it right up the wazoo. Go home, son, I gotta make some calls, get my money out of anything to do with mortgages.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Shuttup, hippy…”
Maybe that’s why he voted for Kerry. Darned if I know.