Monday, January 19, 2009

Inauguration Countdown: Day four

Two days before the Inauguration

Today we spent most of the day visiting a friend in Georgetown. Most were artists, and the discussion centered around, what else, art.

Later we stopped for dinner at Clyde's on M street and shopping in the downtown area.
At Clyde's I ordered a tuna, spinach, portobello mushroom and leeks dinner that was simply wonderful. Our waiter had the most beautiful voice -- very deep, and resounding, like a radio announcer.

My friend Pat joined us and shared her experiences volunteering on the President's Whistle Stop tour from Pennsylvania to Delaware and Baltimore.  

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Inauguration Countdown: Day Three






Three days before the inauguration.

We spent most of the day at the National Building Museum, the official location of the Commander-In -Chief's Official Inaugural Ball. We took a tour of the facility, which has been one of the primary locations for the Inaugural Ball since it was built in the 1800s as was the location of the Inaugural Ball of Grover Cleveland. I took tons of photographs even though tonight they were setting up for a Mayor's Association event. Although you usually can take photos the night before the ball, security is so tight the museum will be closed after tonight.

I finally found the Obama t-shirt I was looking for. At the event in Indiana, I saw a shirt with the red, white and blue drawing of him above the word "HOPE." I didn't buy it then because the vendor said it was up on the website. But when I checked, no such shirt. Today a vendor right outside the Metro was selling one. Now I have that t-shirt, an Obama bobble-head doll, a new Obama/Biden Inaugural sweat shirt and an inaugural wool hat. Guess that's enough Obama-memorabilia for one trip.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Inauguration Countdown: Day Two


Four Days Before the Inauguration:

I woke up at around 4 a.m. to hear someone wailing outside ouf our hotel. I couldn't figure out where the cry was coming from, or even if someone was serioiusly in distress or just fooling around. I kept wondering if some homeless person was out in the cold, freezing, with no way to get warm. Or if someone had been mugged and left wounded on the streets. Or if, maybe the sound was really some wayward air conditioning/heat unit making human like moans.
I went to the window a few times to try and determine where the sound was coming from. I almost called the front desk a few times to see if they knew what was going on. I even thought about phoning the police to check it out. I ended up just laying in bed, wondering until it was gone.
Of course, I also noticed that the hotel is directly across the street from a cemetery and wondered if someone was just having a joke on the expenses of hotel patrons. Which, I guess I'll never know.

After I got over the crying in the
 wilderness, the rest of the day was cold, but interesting. We went to the National Archives and the Natural History Museum so that my friend could talk to vendors about her greeting cards. We had lunch at L'Enfant Plaza at the little French restaurant and I bought an Obama bobble-head doll from one of the stores.

We got the chance to visit the Native American Museum and see a few of the exhibits.

We later ventured out to the Reagan International Trade building to see a wonderful political satire/parody group called Capitol Steps. It was hilarious. One of the best comedy skits I've seen in a good while. I particularly liked the way they started using songs from ABBA/Mamma Mia to introduce their political satire. "Obama-mia.....here we go again...My my, how can we resist ya..." Then "McCain" sang "Winner takes all..." You get the idea.

More later...

Inauguration Countdown

I arrived in Washington at about 6 p.m. on Thursday. Snow was falling lightly. I had phoned in a prescription earlier to my pharmacist, only to realize I wouldn't have time to pick it up. Darn.

The train was packed. The plan was I would stop at BWI to wait for my friend's plane to arrive. But the only available train got me there two hours before. So I decided to just head straight to the hotel instead. I was hungry and tired. Sitting for two hours at the airport just did not sound like the best way to spend two hours. When she arrived, I was sitting at Union Station, waiting for the Red line to take me to the hotel.

The trip to Washington was uneventful, really. I found a seat, sat down. I brought my computer, of course, but didn't feel like writing on the train. I also brought a host of DVDs with me and didn't want to watch them, either. Whomever was sitting in those seats before me left a pretty big mess...water bottles left in the seat compartment on the back of the chair where magazines should be. I've had this thing about public trash, a compulsion you might say. I was thoroughly grossed out, but decided to try to ignore it and focus on removing the lint from my wool coat.

Union Station was busy as it always is. I arr ivied around rush hour, so it was full of commuters. I called the hotel ahead of time to find out the Metro train to catch to get me to the hotel. Bought my metro ticket with the help of a busy commuter I let go ahead of me in line. Then I headed off to Woodley Park station to wait for the hotel shuttle.

Hotels should take note. If you have a shuttle, you should at least tell your guests what to look for when they're taking it. An unmarked black van was parked at the curb when I got there. So was a white one and a blue one. Neither of them had the name of my hotel on them. Since all three were down a flight of stairs and I had lots of luggage, I was not too keen on venturing down, only to find none of them were looking for me. So I stood in front of the station, as I was directed by the hotel, looking like a damsel in need of rescue by a hotel van.

Needless to say when I called back 20 minutes later, the hotel said the van had come and gone without seeing me there. And sure enough the van I was looking for was the black unmarked van I had seen earlier. I got to the hotel, had dinner and went back to my room.

I have to mention that when I checked in, I was so hungry and tired that I checked in, got my key, went up to my room and came back looking for the restaurant. It was only then that I realized there was a life-sized standee of Barack in the lobby. Life-sized! And standing right by where I checked in.

I walked over to the attendant to ask if it had been there when I checked in. He assured me that it was. Aye Carumba...

Dinner was great. Funny how a hamburger and onion rings hits the spot. After coming back to the room, my friend finally arrived...hungry and tired. Back to the restaurant again.

Tomorrow, I'll sit down and figure out what we're going to do in the days leading up to the inauguration. Another friend is picking up the tickets on Monday. Sounds to me like we're as far away from the Capitol Hill steps as you could get.

Bought an inaugural sweat shirt and hat. Now I need inaugural mittens, LOL.

More later...

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The Dilemma Dilemna

Who knew? When working on my latest blog, I discovered something quite incredible. All of these years I've been inserting a fantom "n" into the word "dilemma." I swear that's what I was taught. And it seems I'm not alone. So here's my dilemna, with an "n," thank you. What were you taught in school? Is this a 60s phenomenon? East Coast? Regional? Generational? What gives? I realize the Greek origins of the word have no added "n" but I swear somewhere out there a text book or two had a generation of kids misspelling their hearts out.

Here's an interesting article about this curiosity

http://www.grammarphobia.com/blog/2008/02/dilemma-inside-enigma.html

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Who is Fair Issac? And why are they given free reign to destroy lives?

Everyone blames their own culprit for the current credit crisis. Banks blame “risky borrowers.” Borrowers blame “greedy lenders.” News pundants offer their "expert analysis." Guess-accusations disguised as fact gets bandied about on the early morning news show coffee klatches.

Let’s face it. Banks are out of control. But few are looking at the unregulated source that determines who is credit worthy and who is not.

That distinction belongs to Fair Issac, the shadowy giant responsible for divvying out FICO credit scores.

Personally I think there is something sinister about FICO scores and the company that issues them. Here’s why.

To be honest, one reason is I’m baffled why a friend who declared bankruptcy has a better FICO score than mine. Rather than declare bankruptcy, I decided to pay off my creditors instead. Isn’t that what banks want, people who pay their debts? Apparently not, according to our scores.

I noticed the discrepancy right away. Although we opened accounts at the same bank with the same opening deposit amount, she was given overdraft protection and a host of other perks and I “didn’t qualify.” That was ten years ago.

Today, I make triple her income. I’ve never defaulted on a loan; never declared bankruptcy. I’ve never had my telephone service, cable, gas or electric disconnected. I’ve bought at least five cars over my lifetime, had numerous personal bank loans, and paid thousands over time for electronics equipment, furniture, two houses and more -- all paid as agreed. Yet she regularly gets offers for credit card offers in excess of 20-, 30- or more thousand dollars. If I get one offering me a mere thousand, I’m lucky. Why?

Only Fair Issac knows for sure. Even when I pay my credit balances down to zero, they find reasons to keep my score low.

To FICO I’m a credit risk. To make things worse, the three major credit bureaus can also find unfathomable reasons not to fix erroneous credit reports, even though the experts say that’s illegal.

Banks too, seem to have a vested interest in not fixing errors, all the while blaming “risky” borrowers for problems clearly of the banks’ own doing.

I’d like to be at the head of the line of consumers championing a thorough investigation of the banking industry, especially, Fair Issac, the FICO folks. Fact is, many borrowers who thought they’d be able to refinance their mortgages when their “risky” credit scores got better found themselves stuck when those scores didn’t rise as they expected. Their once single digit mortgage interest rates more than doubled. Suddenly a once fairly reasonable 5 or 6 percent interest loan ballooned to 10, 15 and even 28 percent. Payments soared and the ability to pay them fell out of reach for many. Fast forward to mortgage industry melt-down.

My "risky credit" experience goes like this. Several years ago Citibank unceremoniously charged off my Visa account, even though I was paying on it monthly, in amounts above and beyond what was agreed. How can that be?

Through a series of unforeseen circumstances -- namely I was laid off -- I fell behind in my Visa payments. As advised by the so-experts, I called Citibank and notified them of the situation. I made payment arrangements to get caught up again--thinking it was the responsible thing to do.

Citibank promised they would ‘recycle’ my account current if I agreed to pay $48 dollars a month for four consecutive months. I agreed, and in addition to paying the amount promised, I paid them an extra $60 each month since I found a new job. In the final month of our “agreement” I made a lump sum payment of over a thousand dollars -- paying half of the entire outstanding balance. I also sent them a letter notifying them I’d pay the remainder of the balance in full the next month.

My reward for all of this due diligence? My account was charged off and sent to a collection agency for non-payment. Huh?

The only reason I can figure is, for some reason, my checks always seemed to arrive at Citibank a couple days after the due date, no matter when I mailed them.

I refused to negotiate with the collection agency – okay maybe that was my fault, I agree. Instead I kept my promise and mailed the full payoff amount directly to Citibank. They never cashed the money order.

I discovered that more than a year later, when the charge off was still showing up on my credit bureau report. Luckily I still had the receipt of my payment. I went back to the place I purchased the money order, verified it had never been cashed, then resent the money directly to Citibank and moved forward.

That same year for some reason unknown to me, the IRS decided to put a lien on my house for unpaid taxes…taxes that were already paid both by me and my employer. Rather than pay the disputed amount immediately, I sent proof that the taxes had already been paid by my employer. By the time I got that error straightened out with the IRS, several months had gone by. After realizing the mistake, the IRS subsequently removed the lien. The credit bureau didn’t.

Now back to FICO. To FICO, it doesn’t matter that Citibank decided not to cash my money order or that they charged off my account even though I was paying them exactly what I was asked.

Both the charge off and the lien, of course, showed up on my credit report. On review, I also discovered something on my report I knew nothing about…a charged-off amount of $30 for a cable account I never had. I suddenly realized that a tenant had subscribed to cable service in my name.

Interestingly enough, that tenant subsequently paid the amount in full a few weeks after they had fallen behind. Yet, the time during which they fell behind was showing up on my credit report.

I contacted the company immediately with proof I had never opened the account, never used their service and didn’t owe them a dime. When the company refused to correct the item I also contacted the Better Business Bureau.

I notified all three credit bureaus - Equifax, Experian and Trans-union – about each of the situations above -- repeatedly. I sent proof of the release of the lien, with a copy of the letters from the IRS. I sent statement copies, letters, money order copies and more detailing my dispute with Citibank. I showed proof that I never signed up for cable, and was out of the country when the order was placed.

To date, the fictitious cable account still appears on my credit report. So does the lien, even though I have repeatedly sent copies of the letter from the IRS removing it. So does Citibank, although it shows up as a “paid” charge off.

Every time I contact the credit bureaus to correct the information, I get the runaround. Experian even sent me a letter claiming that although the erroneous cable charge would remain on my report, because of my “request,” they would put a fraud alert on my credit file. Never-mind that I never asked for a fraud alert to be placed on my file or that the cable account in question was closed years ago.

That brings me to today. Recently I discovered a store-card account was 60 days past due. I’ve had the account since I was in college. I turn 51 this week. For some reason the company says I opened the account in 1996, even though I have statements dating back to the 80s (and copies of payment checks dating back into the 70s).

In all the years I’ve had the account it has always had a grace period. Suddenly, as of June, it doesn’t. And now since I consistently paid my bill a few days after the due date, on the 19th instead of the 14th -- like I’ve been doing for more than 20 years -- it’s now seriously delinquent. Huh?

Okay, so I didn’t read the change in terms I got in the mail. If you can read those things and understand them, you’re a better person than me – and I worked in the credit card industry for almost a decade.

I paid the past due amounts, and may now close the account. Meanwhile, my "always pay-on-time-because-of-overdraft-protection" friend who simply declared bankruptcy when she got behind on her debt has a perfect FICO score, while mine hovers somewhere around 400.

What goes into a FICO score? If this number is used to determine every financial aspect of our lives, we should know more about what drives it and what doesn’t.

Isn’t it all completely subjective guesswork, versus being based on scientific evidence? How do we know profiling isn’t part of the equation? Because Fair Issac says so? The potential for abuse here is beyond measure -- just ask those guys in the “free-credit-score-dot-com” commercials.

Come to think of it, why do I have to pay to view something that controls my very livelihood? Why should I pay an annual fee to view something that can determine if I work or not and in some cases, where I can live? Why is it that someone who completely writes off his or her debt can be viewed as more responsible than those of us to work to pay our debts off, albeit slowly and maybe not perfectly? And if a creditor makes a mistake, why do I have to pay for it with a poor credit score?

To me, it seems FICO scores determine who has ready access to excess cash, rather than who is or is not "risky." People who have overdraft protection that covers their checks, regardless of whether or not they actually have the available funds, can always pay on time. They don't have to give a thought to whether or not those funds are currently in their checking accounts when they pay a bill. Additionally people with extraordinarily high credit lines can afford to charge hefty fines, like taxes, and pay them on time, even if if they are incorrect. They can pay them up front, while waiting for disputes to be resolved and the charges reimbursed.

So, risk isn't about who pays or who doesn't. It's about who has ready access to money, and who doesn't. Apparently it's better not to pay your bills at all than to be a few days late doing it.

On television recently I saw a bank commercial that offered a simple solution to fix the current credit crisis: don’t lend to risky borrowers. I have a better fix: let’s do some prying into what makes Fair Issac tick, and why some borrowers are deemed “risky” and others not.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Go, Joe!

Vice President-elect Biden talks with Larry King about the challenges facing the Obama administration.

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/12/22/lkl.biden.cnn