Author Archives: Jon Lowder

Graduating from the Ridiculous to the Absurd

According to this article if you pay a large chunk of your credit card bill off you may grab the attention of the Department of Homeland Security.  Here’s the relevant paragraphs:

They just paid a hefty chunk of their credit card balance. And they
learned how frighteningly wide the net of suspicion has been cast.

After sending in the check, they checked online to see if their account
had been duly credited. They learned that the check had arrived, but
the amount available for credit on their account hadn’t changed.

So Deana Soehnge called the credit-card company. Then Walter called.

"When you mess with my money, I want to know why," he said.

They both learned the same astounding piece of information about the
little things that can set the threat sensors to beeping and blinking.

They were told, as they moved up the managerial ladder at the call
center, that the amount they had sent in was much larger than their
normal monthly payment. And if the increase hits a certain percentage
higher than that normal payment, Homeland Security has to be notified.
And the money doesn’t move until the threat alert is lifted.

Walter called television stations, the American Civil Liberties Union
and me. And he went on the Internet to see what he could learn. He
learned about changes in something called the Bank Privacy Act.

If I understand this correctly the government is essentially able to freeze a portion of your assets without justifying itself.  Think about it: you send in a check to pay a bill so you can’t very well use that money for other purposes because it is already spoken for, but at the same time it is not being used for its intended purpose which is to pay down your debt.  Since you don’t know when the funds will be freed you can’t write another check against them, and if you don’t have your credit available to you then you can’t use it, even if you have a sudden emergency like being sick on vacation and needing to visit an urgent care center, or need to buy an airline ticket to visit your dying father…whatever.

I’d also be interested to find out what happens to your balance while your check is being held.  Are you accruing more interest?  I’d hope not, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you were.  After all banks have a lot better lobbyists and have contributed more bucks to lawmakers than we civil libertarians.

One could argue that none of us has a right to credit, which is true, but once we make arrangements with a company to grant us credit we expect to be able to use it.  If this story is accurate then the government is infringing on our business relationships with our creditors and is doing so without having to show cause.

Dinner at Zevely House

To celebrate our 14th anniversary Celeste and I treated ourselves to dinner at Zevely House Restaurant in Winston-Salem.  We truly spoiled ourselves.

We shared a bottle of 2005 Hogue Riesling that came in a twist-top bottle, but now that we’ve been wine-educated by Bruce Heye at Salem College we know that good wines can come with screw tops and this was a good Riesling. We also shared an appetizer of baked brie (had some kind of great crust, but I can’t remember what it was made of) and doused with a raspberry/Sangria sauce and garnished with sliced fruit.

Celeste got a green salad with nuts and fruit (can’t remember exactly what but she loved it and I’ll update later with her info) and I had a salad that came with a crab cake and fried oysters that was REALLY good.  For dinner she had lamb chops served with greens, potatos, greens and a vegetable mix while I had a Moravian chicken pie with a fantastic sauce (I call it gravy) and greens, rice and a vegetable medley.  If you ever get the chance try the greens; they’re amazing and have a great kick.

For dessert we split a piece of Lemon Pecan Pie served hot with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.  The lemon balanced out the sweetness of the pecan pie so it wasn’t overly sweet as many pecan pies are.  We finished with some house blend coffee which was also excellent.

We had a great time and if you want to spoil yourself this is the place to do it.

What I Hope I’d Say

If I were a publisher and the Bushies came after me I hope I’d have the same reaction as the publisher of Capital Hill Blue:

"This flamboyant use of the forces of criminal prosecution to
threaten whistle-blowers and intimidate journalists are nothing more
than the naked tactics of street thugs and authoritarian juntas."

Just how widespread, and uncontrolled, this latest government
assault has become hit close to home last week when one of the FBI’s
National Security Letters arrived at the company that hosts the servers
for this web site, Capitol Hill Blue.

The letter demanded traffic data, payment records and other
information about the web site along with information on me, the
publisher.

Now that’s a problem. I own the company that hosts Capitol Hill Blue.
So, in effect, the feds want me to turn over information on myself and
not tell myself that I’m doing it. You’d think they’d know better.

I turned the letter over to my lawyer and told him to send the following message to the feds:

Fuck you. Strong letter to follow.

Normally I redact the f-bomb from this blog since I know my mom and wife read it, but that’s exactly how I feel about Bush and company these days and I suspect they share my view. However, my message would read: "Fuck you. Strong vote against you and your ilk to follow."

Can’t Accuse the Greensboro News & Record of Being Passive

The Greensboro News & Record is getting more recognition for its forward-thinking in terms of new media.  PressThink, which has been a fan of the N&R for a while, recently profiled the paper’s editor John Robinson (although being compared to Mr. Rogers is definitely a mixed blessing).  This is well-earned attention because the N&R is doing what any business in a threatened industry should do: get aggressive.

It started with their blogging, which JR should take credit for because he led the way.  He could have assigned blogging to someone else but he stepped into the fray himself and that sent an important message to the people working for and with him.  He is also careful to share the credit if not shift it completely, to the very smart people he has working with him like Lex Alexander.  That’s another sign of leadership and he should get credit for it.  He’s right, of course, that they all deserve credit but if you’re going to get the criticism that leaders always get then you should also get credit when it is due.

This would be an interesting story if the folks at the N&R stopped with the blogging, but they didn’t. They have now launched three community hubs, called "Hometown Hubs", is experimenting with podcasts and is also delving into using multimedia for stories.  All of these initiatives can be found in their Town Square section. They have also restructured their classified advertising, which is the lifeblood for any newspaper.

The N&R is absolutely doing the right thing.  Its traditional business is under assault and the relative cost of experimenting online now is very low compared with the risk of doing nothing or moving slowly.  If nothing else it is raising the cost of entering the market higher for any potential entrepreneurial competitors, but more importantly it is allowing its people to learn the skills they need in the coming decade or two while the cost of doing so is small.  That is truly forward thinking.

Crooks Just Loved the Piedmont

According to this article about a book that is about a prolific robbery gang from Philadelphia during the 50s, 60s and 70s, North Carolina and the Piedmont in particular were favorite targets.

They traveled to rob, usually to someplace warm, where tire tracks
and footprints wouldn’t be left in snow and mud. North Carolina was a
favorite target; Kripplebauer saw the state as one big ATM machine.

For years, he and his associates picked off homes in Winston-Salem,
Greensboro and Raleigh, so proficient at thievery that the locals gave
them a nickname: the Hallmark Gang, because they stole only the best
stuff – jewels and silver bearing high-quality hallmarks.

The book is Confessions of a Second Story Man: Junior Kripplebauer and the K&A Gang and it sounds like it might be a good read.

March 7, Not a Bad Day to Change Your Life Forever

March 7, 1992 was a Saturday.  It was also cloudy and rainy as many March days are, but the sun poked out just long enough for Celeste and I to dash across the parking lot of St. Francis of Assisi Parish in Triangle, VA to celebrate our marriage of exactly 30 minutes with 120 or so of our closest friends and family in the parish’s rec hall.  Bar-b-Q, beer, wine and dancing.  Then it was off to spend our wedding night at the Willard in DC.  Fourteen years later and I don’t think we’ve stayed in anything remotely that posh since.

This morning as Celeste and I were wishing each other happy anniversary I told her that, in retrospect, the first seven years seemed like a dress rehearsal for the last seven years.  Those first seven years were spent working long hours with low pay, popping out kids seemingly every other month and generally trying to figure out what being an adult was all about (for me…Celeste always had it figured out).

I also started a company that eventually failed in 1999–the 7-year mark of our marriage. The year was 1999 and it was a rough one for me and for us, but I look at that time as the forge that cast me as a much better man and cast us as a couple that will endure for the ages…or at least until the aforementioned kids put me six feet under.

The marriage vows say "for better or for worse" and Celeste endured much of my worst for seven years, but thanks to her giving me her best for all 14 years I think she turned out a much better man.  No man can, or should, ask for anything more.

Bad Career Move: Becoming a Real Estate Agent

The guys that wrote Freakonomics have an interesting article in the New York Times Magazine about real estate agents.  Not surprisingly they see real estate agents’ business being blown up by the internet much like stockbrokers and travel agents in the recent past.  What is surprising is that they think being a real estate agent in one of the hottest housing markets ever in the US was also a bad idea.  Here’s why:

As it turns out, however, most agents don’t make very much money during
a boom, because of one simple fact: the boom attracts way too many of
them. Over the past 10 years, membership in the N.A.R. has risen by
more than 75 percent. And why not? Compared with most professions,
becoming a real-estate agent is quick, cheap and relatively painless.
In economics, this phenomenon is known as free entry…

From 2002 to 2004, during one of the hottest real-estate markets in
American history, the median income for Realtors actually fell — to
$49,300 from $52,200. This is not to say that some agents haven’t
become rich. As in most sales professions, whether the product is
diamond rings or crack cocaine, the people at the top of the pyramid
make an awful lot more money than those down below. It’s just that the
base of the real-estate agent pyramid grows significantly during a boom.

So if you’re looking to get into real estate I’d suggest becoming a fixed-fee broker or some such thing.  But that’s just me and I don’t know much.

Childhood Heroes are Human Too

When I was growing up in the late 70s the tennis craze was going hot and heavy and the greatest player at the time was Bjorn Borg.  I loved the stoic Swede and I will never forget his matches against John McEnroe.  I still believe that if Borg hadn’t retired at 26 then McEnroe would be considered an even greater player by tennis historians because he would have been pushed by the Swede and their intense rivalry and that probably would have prevented McEnroe from taking a hiatus during his prime.  For those who don’t remember McEnroe was so dominant in the early 80s that it took over 20 years for someone to have a season comparable to one his (Roger Federer last year).  The man got bored and burned out, and love him or hate him, he was a genius with the racket.

Well the bad news today is that Borg is auctioning off his trophies due to financial problems stemming from some failed businesses.  I hate it when reality intrudes on my childhood memories. 

Here’s a thought: maybe McEnroe will buy the trophies and put them in the Hall of Fame or maybe even let Borg keep them until he can buy them back. 

Always dreaming.

That Little **** Is an Idiot

I’m not going to name names in this post because I don’t think it would be fair to blast a defenseless 12-year old, as much as I’d like to.

Here’s the deal:  a beautiful, brilliant girl who got lucky and was not cursed with her father’s looks, or ADD, came home and sought out said father.  This conversation ensued:

Father: "Hey honey.  How was your day?"

Daughter: "Okay…well not that good."

Father: "Why?"

Daughter: "Well, <little **** she has a crush on and is ‘friends’ with> said he knows lots of girls prettier than me."  Her eyes start to well up.

Father: Tongue almost bleeding from being bitten because his first instinct is to say, "That little MF-er doesn’t know what he’s talking about and you shouldn’t even think about what that little, no-good s***head thinks."  But of course he doesn’t.  Instead he says, "Well, do YOU think you’re pretty?"  Brilliant, huh?

Daughter: "No."

Father: "Well you are.  In fact I’ve had friends tell me how pretty they think you are."  It occurs to him that this might sound a little creepy to a 12 year-old girl so he digs the hole deeper in an effort to de-creepify it. "And you know we all have been around a long time and have known lots of pretty girls so we know a whole lot better than <little ****>."  He’s worried that he’s really making it worse, but she’s beginning to smile so maybe he’s doing okay.  "Look," he says, "I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me or my old-fart friends but you really are a beautiful girl.  Really.  And on top of that you’re smart, kind, friendly and a lot of fun to hang out with.  The problem is that boys your age just don’t know what they’re doing (thank God he thinks to himself) and so they say and do really dumb things."

Hitting his stride he continues, "Let me ask you this: Do you know boys that you think are better looking than <little ****>?"

Daughter: "Yes."

Father:  "See it’s just an opinion and what does it matter because you still like <little ****> even though you know other boys that are better looking, right?"

Daughter: "I guess so."  Smiling.

Father: "Okay, so don’t worry about his or any other boy’s opinion.  If you know you’re pretty and a good person then it doesn’t really matter what they think.  And if they don’t treat you the way you want to be treated just ignore them and don’t give them the time of day, okay?"

Daughter: "Okay…thanks Dad!" She runs out with a big smile on her face.

Father, utterly exhausted, mutters to himself, "Where the sam-hell is that bottle of Scotch when I really need it" and sincerely hopes he doesn’t meet <little ****> in the near future.  He is also very, very afraid of the next decade or two.

North Carolina 2006: Human Trafficking…Really

The Winston-Salem Troublemaker has a story about human trafficking in North Carolina, and how the FBI is looking for help in combating it.  He also highlights some cases tied to the Piedmont:

Does human trafficking exist in the Triad?

In May of 2004,
Greensboro Police uncovered the State’s largest Human Trafficking case
when a Home Depot Security Guard reported a large number of vehicles
and scantily dressed young Hispanic girls being delivered to a van.
Over 20 people were held by authorities. Prostitution trafficking
charges followed.

Greensboro Police have investigated several
Hispanic brothels within the last few years. Gurrant Street, Phillips
Avenue, Rainbow Street and Freeman Mill Road have hosted Hispanic
brothels.

A Greensboro strip club catering to Hispanics is  currently suspected for having human trafficking connections.

In
Winston Salem, local authorities shut down a Hispanicic brothel on
Country Club earlier this year. Several people were charged and
deported.

I guess we can’t say this kind of thing only happens in other places.