Small Stores
The imminent closing of the Cos Cob Food Mart has caused me to rethink the value of local businesses. We can all order over the internet these days, but at what cost? I recently bought a HD TV from Sean Mecsery, of Cos Cob TV, in business since 1945, and received a great product and great advice at a price not much, if at all, higher than a big box store. If something goes wrong, I can go directly to the owner and set things set right (Sean’s number is 869-2277.

On the same subject, to my great regret, I unloosed on Just Books in Old Greenwich last October, blaming them for not carrying my latest work when Perrot Library did. I was wrong to do so. There is no one who supports authors more than Jenny Lawton and her staff at Just Books, what with author book signings, in-store displays, readings, etc. . My peevishness did a grave disservice both to her and her store. These are the kind of operations we should be supporting, not denigrating, unless we want to move to a new world where all retail is conducted over the internet and our local downtowns are filled with nothing but sterile chain stores designed to draw shoppers from (horrors!) Westchester County and beyond. There used to be a slogan, “support your local sheriff”. We should expand that to include the small business proprietors who make this town so special.

But maybe not real estate developers
Latest real estate hot sheet discloses that Antares is bailing out of its residential development on Cherry Blossom Lane, way up on Taconic near the Bedford border. Asking price is about what they paid for the lots four years ago, and, in my opinion, they’ll be lucky to get anything close to that. At the time of the original sale, I wondered what line of goods they’d been fed to persuade them to buy such over-priced land in such an inconvenient location and apparently Antares had the same thoughts, as they have broken with their original agent and retained someone new to represent them, Ouch.

Small Houses?
I saw a very unusual house the other day in Old Greenwich. It’s a reproduction of a Victorian and its colorful design will appeal to some, but certainly not all, buyers. Inside, it’s obvious that the builder devoted an enormous amount of care in crafting the trimwork, and the detailing is terrific. So I liked it, but I wonder whether Old Greenwich is the right place for this house. To me, Old Greenwich involves children, usually lots of them, and this house lacks any real space for the little darlings to scatter their toys around and hang out, out of earshot of their parents. That’s not to say that this house won’t appeal to empty-nesters, but I suspect that its layout will limit the number of potential buyers. In a similar vein, I wonder what Detroit is going to do with the new gas mileage standards recently imposed by Congress. It would seem that we’re going to end up with a fleet of small, economical cars that will suit folks like me just fine but will be entirely inadequate for families with four kids with car seats. What will they drive? It may be a moot point because, if some of the other proposals being floated around Washington get enacted, we’ll soon have house-size limitations that will convince new parents to stop at one child anyway. Who says China has anything on us?

The Market lives
Last Thursday a 5 acre parcel, with a 1937 house, came on in Deerfield Park at an asking price of $12,000,000. Word is that Brad Hvolbeck had a seller signed up by 11:00 AM the next day. That kind of speed would seem to preclude building inspections and all the other stuff that normally encompasses a sale, and suggests, to me, anyway, that there are buyers out there ready willing and able to spring for the right house at the right price, regardless of the price level. So no, the market isn’t dead, it’s just filled with buyers waiting for what they want, at a price they’re comfortable with. I’m not suggesting that you should be comfortable with a $12,000,000 price, but you might want to work with your agent to present offers within your budget. If you’re turned down, be comforted with the knowledge that there are plenty of other houses that may very well suit your needs.

Not such a bad year
From what I can understand of this year’s statistics, 726 single family homes sold in 2007, compared to 727 in 2006. Average price this year was $2,973,000 and median was $2,100,000, compared to $2,663,000 and $1,940,000 last year. That’s not huge growth, of course, but if you’ve been reading the main stream press, you’d think we should be expecting the house on either side of us to fall to a foreclosure sale. That’s not happening. Still no reason to over-price your house, though, since some buyers are attempting to move here from other, less fortunate areas, and if they’re getting less for their house than they might once have expected, they’re going to have to pay less to buy yours. Don’t be greedy.

Bank Fraud
Some astonishing statistics in a recent New York Times article regarding defaulted mortgages. Twenty percent of loans in trouble turn out to have completely false income and asset information and, of those that contain such phony data, 70% are in trouble. In other words, loan to crooks, and get what you sow. I’ve yet to see anything that makes me feel sorry for the lenders who looked the other way on these loans, notwithstanding Citibank’s predicted write-down of yet another $24 billion in bad loans this week. I refer the reader to the preceding sentence.

Sub-Zero
Not the weather, the appliances. Another columnist picked up on what I’ve written about here previously and asked his own appliance repairman about this brand: they stink. Consumer Reports has repeatedly warned against this brand as being the most expensive and least reliable of kitchen appliances (rivaled only by their own brand of lousy stove, Wolf). If you want a medium-level appliance, go GE. Top-of-the-line, choose GE Monogram. But my builder clients all tell me that buyers insist on Sub-Zero, so that’s what they install. It reminds me of the time my older brother took our horrible home-built mini-bike, sprayed it with metallic paint and affixed Bat Man decals to the gas tank. Sold it for a fortune to some sucker, and a career was born. Do your homework, people!

Life after death?
A southern investment group has bailed out Antares, paying over $200 million for the company’s failed adventure into condominium development at Greenwich Green. To me, this seems like another example of an out-of-towner over-paying for the fabled Greenwich name, but Antares did stick a huge amount of money into these units before going belly-up so perhaps this time it will work. Antares’ residential projects don’t seem to be doing any better than their condos – one, the ridiculously gargantuan 35,000 sq.ft. spec house on Langhorn remains unsold and the latest unit off Taconic sold for half-price- but the commercial re-do in Stamford, is rumored to be on track.Fortunately for the partners, I understand that each of these developments is a separate legal entity so the failure of two won’t necessarily bring down the ship.

Insulation
Back in the early 60’s when fuel oil cost 5 cents a gallon, my father would point out houses that held no snow on their roofs. “No insulation”, he’d growl disapprovingly. Our house, of course, had plenty of insulation and thus held snow on its roof weeks longer than the neighbors. My dad was a cheap Yankee who couldn’t see the wisdom in wasting anything even if it was cheap but these days, you might want to consult a contractor about adding an extra layer of fiberglass. Buyers rarely pay extra for things like insulation and builders build accordingly. If you’re planning to stay where you are for a few years, extra insulation will make you more comfortable and probably pay you back.


Public Works?Last fall, the town planted about 90 small evergreen shrubs in front of what is now the Old Greenwich leaf-collection site on Arch Street (right next door to the pumping station, which until 1968, used to collect raw sewage and dump it straight into Ole’s Creek – we’ve come a long way, I hope). Of those 90, I’d estimate that at least 75 are dead or dying, either from unsuitable soil conditions or improper planting. Either way, it seems an expensive experiment in trying to turn snow plowers into planters. If we don’t have people on the town payroll who know how to do this sort of thing, shouldn’t we consider outsourcing jobs like this to people who do?

Still in the winter doldrums
Not a heck of a lot going on this week in our real estate market, but that means no catastrophes, either. Decent houses are selling for good prices, badly-priced houses are languishing. Same old story – I wouldn’t panic and sell the homestead for pennies just yet.

Greenwich Builders
One problem in writing this column is that, to be objective, I rarely mention my own listings or clients’ projects. When I praise a competitor of a client, therefore, I tend to get heated phone calls, usually late at night. One guy who refrained from that conduct but who nonetheless deserves some credit here is my client Louis Van Leeuwen, of Greenwich Construction (323-3107). Lou’s a Riverside resident who’s been building quality homes here for a long time (I’ve sold a couple of them, and been paid well for that service, just so you know). When, while talking to a prospective buyer of one of those houses, I mentioned that Lou lived just around the corner and always held himself available to correct any problems, the buyer, from California, mentioned that in his home state, by the time you moved into new construction, the builder was 200 miles up the coast and no longer reachable. That potential buyer turned into a satisfied customer, as is right. The highest praise I can give Lou is that several buyers of his spec houses live in them for a few years and then hire him to build them a larger custom house. That’s a nice testimony. Are there other local builders with the same reputation? Of course, and I try to mention them here, on a regular basis, regardless of whether I work with them or not. My advice, though, is to take advantage of the fact that so many of our top builders live in, or near, Greenwich. We’re blessed that we can hire locally and use people who live and die on their reputation. No house is ever perfect at its moment of creation, but it should be comforting to know that you can rely on the fellow around the corner to make things right, rather than pursuer some corporate flunky five states away.

Stanwich School
I have no dog in this fight – my kids are in college and all are graduates of the public school system-but I think the opponents of Stanwich’s expansion proposal are making a serious mistake. There’s a huge demand for private school education among people moving to town and, to the extent we can offer that, our property values rise accordingly. The alternative for this project, 30-40 new MacMansions, will impact the neighborhood even more severely and do nothing to help prices. None of us like change, and so the resistance to it is understandable but change is inevitable and a larger Stanwich School seems, to me, to be far preferable to a huge new subdivision. Get over it.

More Change
The Cos Cob FoodMart switching to a CVS. Who the heck thinks the addition of yet another drug store will be an improvement over a local food store? But the Poricellis’ customers have spoken; they prefer the wider variety and lower prices at the larger supermarkets in town and have made this operation a losing proposition. I find it ironic that Greenwich, which has been blessed above all other towns by capitalism and free markets, tries to mess with that system as much as any other town by restricting what people can do with their property. If there are too many banks coming into town, shouldn’t we trust that the marketplace will cure that? If we don’t need another chain store druggist, surely that will be self-correcting within a few years. In the meantime, there’s no law (yet, thank God) that says the Poricelli family has to go bankrupt to meet the demands of a dwindling few disgruntled would-be customers. I say this with sadness – I like the FoodMart and I’m fully aware of all the good that it’s brought to town. When I was running various non-profit activities, I could always count on generous contributions from the two stores, but again, if we aren’t willing to support them commercially, we have no right to demand that they stay in business for our benefit.

Retreads
That’s the term used by my colleague, Gary Disher when referring to the huge number of expired and withdrawn listings due to return to the market this month. If your house is among them, know that you’ll need to stand out. I saw today a $4,500 reduction on a million-dollar house; that’s not going to do the trick, if you’re hoping to catch the eye of a buyer. Despite main stream media’s best efforts, the real estate market has not collapsed in this area, but tiny incremental price reductions aren’t sufficient to sell a house. If your original price was a flop, bold strokes are called for.

One suggestion I’ve heard from mortgage brokers is to buy down a potential buyer’s mortgage for a couple of years. A cash payment from the seller to a lender can result in a half-point interest rate drop, often for less than a price reduction. In other words, $45,000 paid now may make your house look a lot more attractive than a $90,000 price reduction. No guarantees in this business, but something worth discussing with your banker.

Lockwood Road, Riverside
Doran Sabag (Soundbeachpartners.com) is one of the very best builders currently working in town. He does fantastic custom work and two of his spec houses, at 41 and 43 Lockwood Road, respectively, are now listed by Margaret Dietz (Coldwell Banker) for $3,750,000 apiece. I can’t vouch for that price in today’s crazy market but the detailing and attention to quality in both these houses certainly makes them worth more than anything else I’ve seen in this price range. You can’t go wrong with this guy: he builds a terrific house and, if you’re looking in Riverside or Old Greenwich, you should certainly make it a point to see these homes. Or hire him to build your dream house anywhere else in town.

The woodpile
Well, we got more wood. Still many logs short of two full cords but I’ll give the dealer credit, he tried to do the right thing (perhaps because he received a visit from Tony Belmont, Greenwich’s official in charge of weights and measures). In any event, I’m not naming the fellow in this column because, in my experience, no one around here delivers an honest cord of firewood which, I repeat, is supposed to measure four by four by eight feet. If you get a half cord, you’re ahead of the game. This would be fine if dealers priced by the half cord but they don’t, so when they promise a cord and deliver half, it stirs my ire. If any readers know of dealers out there who deliver what they promise, let me know: I’d be delighted to give them my patronage and give them free exposure in this column. And there’s a special place in heaven reserved for folks who sell “seasoned” wood that’s a full year old. Wood cut in August is not ready for the fireplace by December, regardless of what some may say.

Mortgage Follies
I realize that it’s uncharitable to speak harshly of the poor at this time of year, but The New York Times recently ran an article, purportedly to illustrate the plight of ignorant borrowers who need taxpayer relief, that cried out for some kind of reply. The borrower in question “paid” $535,000 for a house in Brooklyn, no money down, no earnings documentation, and a profession as a “home health aid” which I interpret as an unskilled job without a nursing degree. The poor lady was already in arrears on her mortgage when the article was written, months before her mortgage is scheduled to be adjusted upwards. In short, she couldn’t afford to buy the place, even at a discounted mortgage rate – Duh. I figure, she got to stay rent free for two years in a house she couldn’t afford while the lender deservedly will lose its investment in granting this improvident loan. The New York Times, and our government, seem to think we should bail the borrower and the lender out while I ask, why?

Good by, Foodmart?
I am sorry to see that Food Mart in Cos Cob is soon to be replaced by a CVS. Many folks enjoyed walking to their grocery store; now they can’t. The two Food Marts, this one in Cos Cob, the other in Old Greenwich, have no doubt been hammered by the opening of those two behemoths on the Stamford border, which I’ll admit to patronizing. Still, it’s been nice to have a grocery store in Old Greenwich. I hope, but without much expectation, that the Old Greenwich store will survive. I know it’s progress, but still…


Good Books
What to do with those gift certificates from Just Books (Old Greenwich) or Amazon (somewhere in the US): I’m usually not a fan of what I’d call “women’s’ books” which I define as something Oprah would rave about on TV. But I just finished “The Hearts of Horses” by Molly Gloss, and found it a real winner. It tells the tale of a young woman, cast adrift from her home, who sets out to tame horses in Oregon in the early years of World War I. Unaccustomed to family or friendship, she gradually discovers both, all while working a circuit of farms in a tiny rural community. I know next to nothing about horses or Oregon in 1919 (and not much about girls, for that matter) but this quiet book seems completely reliable on such details. I really enjoyed it – it reminded my “Plainsong”, and some of Frank Mosher’s work so if you like them, try this (I bought a copy for Nancy but by the time this article sees print, she’ll know that).

Then there’s “Dizzy City” by Nicholas Griffin, also set in the beginning of the last century. A young English con man, conscripted into the trenches of Belgium, survives grievous wounds and deserts. He stows away to New York and quickly resumes his previous line of work, only this time, he encounters cons within cons and lots of triple-twists. Great detail of New York life in that period, plenty of plot surprises and good writing. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

And you can never go wrong with “Red Sky at Morning”, by the late Richard Bradford. I’m not sure that he ever wrote another book but if you’re going to go down with just one story to your credit, this is the one. I suppose it’s a “coming of age” tale, recounting the maturation of a young man from Alabama sent to refuge in New Mexico during World War II, but it’s so much more than that. I first read it at 14 and loved it but reread it when my own kids were approaching that age and it was even better than I remembered. My kids loved it and I think you will, too.

Oh yeah, real estate!
Not much going on at this time of year. Peter Joyce of Prudential CT has supplied me with some statistics confirming this and I’ll address them soon but basically we’re wrapping up some November contracts and otherwise attending to holiday matters. I’m out and about with a couple of buyers but I don’t expect much to happen until the new year. So what will we talk about next week? Well, there are always Peter’s statistics.

The Enery bill
So Congress has passed gas and out came the new energy bill. No more SUVs, billions of dollars spent on ethanol, which will drive the cost of food sky-high and, in a little-known quirk, banning conventional light bulbs. I know, from previous columns, that many of my readers love the new-fangled fluorescent bulbs but they interfere with my AM radio reception, take a long time to brighten and cost a fortune. If they were all that good, don’t you think the marketplace would have seen that they replaced conventional bulbs? My problem with politicians is that they remind me of the yokels in high school who ran the student government. I would never have trusted them with my wallet or my life and now here they are, ensconced in Washington, with an iron-fist on my earnings and dictating my life. What an unpleasant prospect.

Another whopper
Not content with holding Mel Gibson’s 75 acre, $39,000,000 listing, Joe Barbieri (Sotheby’s), just in time for Christmas, has listed a New York/Stamford property of some 264 acres for $95,000,000. The main house has a disappointingly small number of bedrooms (8) and baths (10.4) but the “dependencies” include 5 guest/staff residences, so I suppose there’s enough room to put up guests during the holidays. Until now, I thought dependencies were those kids of mine in college – who knew? I was unable to reach Joe for confirmation but rumor has it that this was the former estate of Arthur Ochs Sulzberger, owner of the New York Times and, of course, champion of the little people. It must be nice to be so rich and have such compassion for the poor.

6 Stanwich Lane
Tracy Vaccari (Round Hill Partners) recently listed this house for $2,350,000, which seems like a good price to me. Stanwich Lane is a quiet little road that loops off of and returns to lower Stanwich, very close to town. This is a nicely renovated 1929 Colonial with a decent yard and there are comparable sales up and down the street to support its price. The owner has, perhaps unwisely, filled the place with beautiful antiques that must have fit in wonderfully in their previous home on Round Hill Road but serve here mainly to make the house appear smaller than it is. Forget that: the antiques will leave with their owner and you’ll have a very nicely sized home, with lots of room, at what passes in Greenwich as an affordable price. Go see it.

Global Warming
If you weren’t one of the 10,000 swells invited to the beach party at Bali, cheer up – there’s plenty of opportunity to stay right here in the USA, preserving your carbon footprint, and make your own inane statements about our changing climate. I just heard some fool in Iowa, for instance, opine to NPR that Iowa had never had an ice storm before (in the history of the world, presumably) and that global warming was therefore to blame for her recent discomfort. For all I know, there may be some grain of truth in this global warming stuff (although it’s snowing outside my window as I write); blaming every single weather event on the supposed phenomenon, however, isn’t going to convince me.


Firewood
I’ve split and stacked wood since I was a young lad and made a specialty of it when I lived in Maine, where I bought 20’ logs, bucked them into stove-wood lengths, and stacked them in all sorts of exotic shapes (ask me about the beehive pile, perfectly designed to let air flow through the drying logs). I learned through the decades what a cord of wood – 4’X 8’X 4’ looks like, so I’ve disappointed since returning to town in 1983 by the short-changing that goes on here by our local dealers. They charge for full cords and deliver “face cords” which are, at best, 4’X 8’X 2. When wood was relatively cheap I just sighed, changed dealers and went on with life. But I just paid $200 a cord to have wood delivered to my pal Nancy and my mother and I’m mad as Hell to see that, even at that price, the dealer won’t deliver what he promised. They say that firewood burns you twice: once when you split it and again when it burns. I’m no longer splitting wood but I’m definitely doing a slow burn when I look at these pitiful piles of “cordwood”. I’ve called the dealer and, at this writing, am waiting to see whether he’ll accept my invitation to meet him at the scene of the crime with a tape measure (he tells me that his men delivered 236 pieces at each house-I told him I didn’t order pieces, I ordered cords). If that doesn’t work out, he’ll learn why he shouldn’t short-change a lawyer with time on his hands and a background in wood stacking. The lesson in all this, if there is one, is to watch out for the seeming ubiquitous practice around here of selling face cords at full cord prices. It’s too much to hope that you’ll get cured wood – they cut this stuff six months before, which doesn’t do the trick – but you should at least get the volume you paid for.

Byram, Glenville
These two sections of town get absolutely no respect in the real estate community. I once lost a sale off Weaver Street when the buyers, Manhattanites, were told by their friends in the city that the area was no good. New Yorkers know the Greenwich real estate market? Give me a break. But that’s the reality of the current market – I think people are missing out on some great values on the western edge of town. The Rockefellers are busy selling off and developing their property, with houses going in the mid-5s, and neighborhoods like Balliwick, with its own community country club, are perking along quite nicely. I love Riverside and Old Greenwich, having grown up there, but, dollar-for-dollar, there’s a lot more room for profit if one’s willing to move west.

Wait til’ January?
Is it worthwhile to list a house in the last few weeks of December? I’m not sure, although I just did so (a very nice house on Cherry Valley Road, if you’re interested). I’m inclined to think that folks are too busy with holiday preparations to bother with house hunting and certainly the sellers don’t need their lives disrupted at this time of year, but, on the other hand, when is there less competition? Come January, a ton of new listings will come on the market, as well as many that were yanked for December, so now’s the time to have your house stand out. Will it work? I’ll let you know, but I already have a couple of showings scheduled so maybe …


113 Cat Rock
Pam Chiapetta (Coldwell Banker) has just listed this new construction for $3,795,000. I think that’s a good price. A “Victorian Farmhouse”, according to Pam, and who am I to disagree? I doubt that farmhouses were built out to 8,000 sq. ft. 100 years ago, but a rich farmer would no doubt have loved all this space. A really nice house and a surprisingly nice yard – when I saw the property a few years ago, I doubted that a builder could construct anything this nice while accommodating the pond and wetlands it contained but he’s done it, with room left over for a pool.Cat Rock’s a funny location: love it for its bucolic privacy, hate it for its winding inconvenience, it’s up to you. I happen to love it. Nice place, good price.

Tom Ward
My recent mention of those fabulous Kaye brothers, Joel and Jeremy, as two of the best real estate attorneys in town brought forth the modest admission from Joel that they have officially adopted Tom Ward, of Ivey, Barnum and O’Mara into the family and that he should therefore also be included in that category. Glad to acknowledge this and my apologies to Tom - missed the bris, fella, so who knew?

Brokers / Agents
I try to mention by name the many excellent agents in town but often neglect to mention the firms that employ them. That’s not due (I hope) to some anti-competitive streak but rather recognition that good agents do their work where they are comfortable and their place of employment is more or less irrelevant. Ann Simpson, for instance, works for Prudential, which is a fine company, but Ann would, I suspect, provide the same excellent service if she worked for anyone else. Ditto for Diddle Mcalister, of Round Hill Partners. Again, a great group of professionals, but you could, I think, take any of its agents (and its principals, Renee Gallagher and Joann Erb), stick them with the task of selling your house and they’d perform superbly, regardless of where there desks were parked. Are there bad, incompetent agents out there? You bet, and I hope you won’t see them mentioned here. But the good ones are scattered throughout our industry and you’ll do well with any of them: something to remember when you’re presented with a fat portfolio of glossy pictures and amazing statistics regarding one particular firm or another. My advice is to find an agent you like and trust and ignore the corporate trappings (please don’t send this column to my boss).

Stop the presses!
I’ve always wanted to send that message and finally had a chance to do so last week when, after reading on our MLS daily hot sheet of an astonishing sale for $7,400,000 on Thunder Mountain Road (off Riversville), I wrote all about it in a first draft of this column; I learned the next day that it was all a crock. In a message on the MLS Bulletin (something I and most agents rarely read) the selling agency, Greenwich Fine Properties, slipped in a note that the “property sold in unfinished condition. Builder estimates that budget for finished project would have created a finished value of $7,400,000”. Not reported was the actual sales price: $4,600,000. Well: I just sold two properties in Riverside for $3,800,000 apiece. If my builder had installed gold-plated fixtures and swimming pools, he might have sold them for $6,000,000. Should I adjust my sales reports accordingly? The point here is that Realtors rely on the honesty of their peers when reporting sold prices. We use that data to advise our clients on what to pay for a house and where to price it, if they’re selling. When a broker pollutes the well by inserting phony numbers, everyone loses. I fault my own real estate board for accepting and reporting this ridiculous subterfuge as much as I do the offending agency but neither comes out looking especially good. I understand the problem here: the builder has three new houses he’d like to sell and doesn’t want to depreciate the value of the remaining two by showing a sale millions less than his asking price for the houses next door, especially when the sale is for an unfinished house. But we live on real data in this business, not fantasized dreams. It took only one jerk of a lawyer (from Stamford, if you care) to stop payment on his attorney’s Trustee check to switch the entire real estate industry to a certified check-only basis. I fear that this duplicitous maneuver by this particular broker will have the same effect of eliminating the trust we otherwise place in each other. That shouldn’t happen.

No good deed goes unpunished
I recently wrote about Ed Mortimer’s waterfront property on Binney Lane in Old Greenwich, asking $17,000,000, in what I thought were positive terms. Back comes a complaint from Ed that I said the house would have to be torn down and rebuilt to Coastal Area Management codes if substantial improvements were sought. Ed says it ain’t so. I say, okay, but be sure to have your lawyer and surveyor examine the situation before you commit to the place. It’s still a grand piece of property and, frankly, if you have the money to buy the land, you’ll want to tear the place down anyway, in my opinion.

Jean Ruggiero
I’ve just finished up a deal with this lady and was reminded once again what I like about her. I told my clients when we began bidding that Jean is a fierce, tough negotiator but, if we got her on our side, she’d protect the deal like a tigress. That proved to be the case. Jean’s one of the top-selling agents in the country and usually dominates the Greenwich market (Tamar, David, don’t email me please) and for good reason: when you strike a deal with her, you know it’s going to happen. That’s the same reason, by the way, I recommend those Kaye boys, Joel and Jeremy, for real estate lawyering. I value folks who protect their client’s interest while remembering that their ego is of no importance compared to the deal itself.

Global Warming
I heard a BBC interview with some UN scientist who claims to have established a model for living within the confines of the earth’s resources (he himself acknowledged that he was living at 5 times that capacity, but never mind). Using some preposterously accurate measurements, he proclaimed that the perfect country we should emulate was Cuba, followed by “many other Caribbean nations”. Haven’t been to Cuba recently, and don’t want to, but I’ve witnessed Caribbean poverty and I’m not impressed. Dirt floors and spoiled bananas are our future? I hope not - at least one of beloved daughters probably thinks this is a great goa,l but I hope she’ll be disappointed.

Pricing
When visiting houses on broker open house tours I’m often struck by the disparity between asking price and reality. I’m usually tempted to blame the seller for this ridiculous situation but, on reflection, I suspect we agents share some of the fault. In short, we tend to fall in love with our listings. Any good agent will elicit from their client the strong points of a house; the features that made them buy it in the first place. We listen, we’re convinced, and then price the place based on our belief in the unique qualities of the place. The trouble is, buyers and objective agents often fail to appreciate those features; they come in, compare the generic features to other houses in the same price range and make a decision accordingly. While this phenomenon may make the case for creative marketing, I suspect that the real lesson to be drawn is that, ultimately, houses are houses, and we should price them based on location, condition and what’s for sale in the same price range. A spouse or a child has a unique value: a house, alas, does not.

The Market
I’ll have real statistics in a few weeks but, anecdotally, we seem to be repeating last year’s pattern which, as Nancy Healy of Shore & Country recently reminded me, saw a complete drop-off of customers from July through October and then a surge of buyers in November and December. That’s certainly happening to me – if it really is the new pattern, I’m going to start booking fall flyfishing / hunting trips to Wyoming for the early fall and return in time to take advantage of this late season buying. In the meantime, if you’re selling, you should be experiencing a marked increase in showings and offers. If not, I suggest that you review your asking price – you’re not where you should be.

There’s nothing wrong with this market that the right price can’t fix, especially in the high range. I’m wrapping up a deal for a house that started, foolishly, near $11,000,000; once it dropped substantially and to where it originally belonged, five buyers chased it. The money’s there, but the people who earned that money aren’t in the mood to toss it away. Offer value, and they will come.

Which brings us to …There are a lot of new houses being constructed with asking prices of $9,000,000 and above. My suspicion that they won’t sell at that level has been reinforced by seeing a number of recent sales in the $7’s of slightly older homes and new construction like that on Thunder Mountain. A $10,000,000 house may seem attractive, but when you can get comparable quality in an albeit dated house for $3,000,000 less, is there any question which to buy? I note that Antares, has dropped the asking price of one its Cherry Blossom Road houses from $12,000,000 to $7,500,000. I have my issues with Antares but I do admire folks who can read the handwriting on the wall. I wonder what the neighbor who paid Antares $10,300,000 for essentially the same house just two months ago feels about all this.

Holiday reading
One of my all time favorite historical fiction reads is “The Pillars of the Earth” by Ken Follett – yes, that guy – author of “Eye of the Needle” and all those other suspense stories. “Pillars” was completely different from those, and told the story of the building of an English cathedral in 1100 AD. Twenty years later, Follett has revisited that scene and gone forward two hundred years. I suppose you might profit from reading “Pillars” before this latest, “World Without End”, but the latter stands entirely on its own. It’s as absorbing as the first and just a terrific read. My pal Nancy (ok, to all those readers who know us and question my reference to her thus, how would you describe a former spouse who remains your best friend and champion?) gave me an early copy and, although I’m barely 150 pages into its 1000 page bulk, I’m loving it and, if you indulge in this sort of well researched, fetching fiction, you will too. Highly recommended.

Randall M. Keleher!
Regular readers of this column know that it exists primarily to tout the achievements of my little brother Gideon (Cleveland, Duble & Arnold, 869-0866) of whom I am proud. But, in mentioning Gideon’s latest coup of unloading $25,000,000 of Riverside waterfront, I neglected to mention Randy Keleher’s own success in that area earlier this fall, an $18,000,000 sale of 531 Indian Field Road in Mead Point. Randy’s a quiet sort of guy, so that was an achievement I only discovered by prowling through the latest quarterly sales book. Randy, as many of you know, ran Gordon’s Sports for years before joining Shore & Country and, while he can’t approach me in good looks or talent, he’s a terrific guy. Congratulations, friend.

Town Government
Congratulations are also due to Peter Tesi for winning the First Selectman’s contest in a landslide. I’ll confess that I voted for his challenger, Frank Farriker and split my vote by adding in Peter Crumbine so, if you look at the results, you’ll know my perspicacity in these things. Regardless, I think the town remains in good hands (though I’ll miss Jim Lash) and Mr. Farriker is still on the Planning and Zoning Committee from which, judging from a conversation with the man, we might expect some useful reform of the Floor Area Ratio rules: at the very least, Mr. Farriker is aware of the problems occasioned by the current set of rules.

Alphabetical Voting
A young (compared to me) Riverside resident, Randall Smith, squeaked by with just six votes to win a place on District Five’s RTM slate. I blame this close result on his last name – the RTM ballot is arranged in alphabetical order and a newcomer with a last name beginning after the nineteenth name is at a huge disadvantage because voters tend to just check off along the line until they reach the limit. And that’s a shame. It seems to me that the RTM is best served by a combination of old guard types (like Bobbi Hopkins, for instance), who know the town’s traditions and practices, and young parents with more current concerns. My last child graduated from the high school two years ago – I’m totally out of touch with that scene whereas parents like Mr. Smith know what’s going on with our schools. It’s true that William Buckley opined that he’d prefer to be governed by the first two hundred people in the Boston phone book than the Harvard faculty but surely we’d be better off with an RTM comprised of people of all letters of the alphabet, rather than a selection culled from the beginning of the alphabet.

Mortgage foreclosures
The main stream media and our government have a very short memory and have forgotten their campaign, waged over the past twenty years, to force banks to extend credit to poor folks who couldn’t afford conventional mortgages with a 20% down payment. Congress, under media pressure, banned “red lining”, which used to knock entire neighborhoods out of consideration for loans and, via regulation, pressed lenders to loosen their credit standards and let anyone who wanted to borrow money and buy a house. Well, by God, the banks did what they were asked and now we’re faced with a record wave of defaults. Why do you think the banks didn’t make these loans in the first place? Congress is now busy enacting new laws whereby taxpayers will make good on loans that should never have been made. But we’ve achieved fairness!

Local Waterfront
Ed Mortimer has listed Binney Lane for $17,000,000: I refuse to say that’s a crazy price. This year, every piece of waterfront has sold (including Layne Smalheiser’s, described in this column last week as unsold-went to contract a day later) and Ed’s listing has its own dock, a (small) beach and yardarm, as well as fantastic views of Long Island Sound and the Stamford light house. Coastal Area management regulations probably doom this house for replacement – add onto the kitchen, say, and you’re required to raise the entire house by a number of feet - but, with an acre of land in the R-12 zone, the mansion you’ve always wanted is waiting for you. A great spot of land on a quiet, private Old Greenwich street.

Appraisal Scandal?
Andrew Cumo, New York’s Attorney General, has alleged that appraisal firms jacked up the estimated value of houses they surveyed in order to please their lending banks. We’ll see how the evidence turns out; certainly, I have heard stories of such fraud, but usually as a collusion between the appraiser and a mortgage broker, not the lender itself. After all, it’s the lender who’s on the hook if a loan goes bad and there isn’t enough equity to protect it. In my experience, admittedly limited solely to Greenwich, appraisers have been scrupulously honest; I’ve sat with them as we went over comparable sales and I never witnessed them fudging figures; quite the contrary. So we’ll see.

Waterfront!
If there’s anything that’s pushed up the average sale price of Greenwich real estate this year it’s been waterfront property. With few exceptions (see below) anything that has saltwater as a backyard has sold, quickly, for astonishing prices. The latest sale was that of Tamar Lurie, who sold her own listing at 109 Byram Shore Road, asking $40,000,000, to her own client. That’s the kind of sale that would tempt most of us to take the year off but Tamar, no doubt, is still in the trenches as of this writing. From a buyer’s perspective, I’m astonished that anyone could be convinced to pay $40,000,000 for property that sold for $17,000,000 two years ago but I suppose, when bonus money’s burning a hole in your pocket, you buy what you want, when you want it. Sooee. This sale, by the way, is yet another example of Byram Shore Road’s command of the highest prices in Greenwich. Counterintuitive, but true.

More waterfront
Layne Smalheiser’s listing at 50 Carriglea Drive in Riverside remains unsold at $5,850,000 (there was a deal that fell through for reasons unrelated to the merits of the property). I really like this place. There’s a perfectly nice contemporary on the property but the land’s highest and best use is probably a new house, sited to take advantage of the great views across Cos Cob Harbor and down Long Island Sound. A dock permit has been obtained and Carriglea is a nice, dead-end street that should easily support a land purchase in this range, I think. Go buy it.

Over-priced houses
I mention these almost every week because I remain surprised at the stubbornness of some sellers. The market is pretty soft, so good pricing is even more important than usual, yet a ton of houses are out there at asking prices at least 50% higher than they’re worth (in my opinion, of course – the owners beg to differ). A $9,000,000 house that’s actually worth, say, $6,000,000 will attract no bids. It’s a useless exercise to bid on such a property, something like Mark Twain’s line about teaching pigs to sing: you waste your time and it annoys the pig (Twain scholars, feel free to correct me on this attribution – the sentiment is accurate, though).

And of course, there are some bargains
One reason Tamar Lurie’s still working is that she has a new listing at 11 Vineyard Lane that she’s priced at $10,975,000. I’ll confess that when this house was listed with another broker, at a far higher price, I wasn’t impressed but now, all things being relative, it’s a great deal. Five acres of wonderful yard, with pool and tennis court, and a completely renovated Georgian Colonial originally built in 1930. I obviously can’t speak for the owner, who I don’t know, but, to my eye, more money went into this project than is coming out. Certainly you couldn’t take a comparable house and renovate it to this standard for anything close to this price. Write that check, move in tomorrow; not a bad deal.
Pet Deposits
No, not the kind you place in plastic bags. Our state board has just reminded us that, by law, security deposits for rentals are limited to two months, maximum – no extra deposits for pet damage allowed. Good intention, bad result, as fewer landlords will accept tenants with pets.

Politics (real estate readers avert your eyes)
Teddy Kennedy has announced that he opposes the current nominee for U.S. Attorney General because that individual refuses to denounce “water-boarding”, or simulated drowning. Mary Jo Kopechne was unavailable for comment.

More Banking Scams
I know of two people who, having refinanced their homes, immediately began receiving a flood of junk mail from their new lenders. In both instances, buried in the tossed-away promotional material, was a demand that the lender be named as a beneficiary on the existing insurance policy. When this was ignored, the lenders proceeded to find their own insurance; in one case, at a cost of $6,800. The primary policy, which cost $1,200, would, and did name the secondary lender for free. In both instances the lenders backed off when confronted and cancelled the charges but I wonder how many loans out there have had ridiculous insurance fees tacked on to the original balance and who’s profiting from this. If our Attorney General can quit his habit of suing tobacco companies, perhaps he’ll look into this. Until then, check all junk mail you receive from your mortgage company and look at your loan balance every now and then. What you see may surprise you.

Market conditions
Contracts were down 22% in September 2007 compared to the year before, which would explain why my phone hasn’t been ringing. There are still buyers out there, of course, but mostly in the high end where mortgage scares don’t operate. I understand the fear that, if one buys now, prices may be still lower come next spring but consider that, if you have an existing house to sell that will help finance the next purchase, that price may be lower, too. While there are still too many over-priced listings out there I am seeing a number of bargains, so you might want to reacquaint yourself with your Realtor and go shopping.

Pricing
A house in northeastern Greenwich came on the market last January for $2,195,000 which, in my opinion, was not totally crazy, even if I’d have preferred to see it just under $2,000,000. It didn’t sell until last week when, several agents and many moths later, it dropped to $1,795,000. Try a high price, if you must, but if no one bites, change your mind.

Further proof of the fallacy of over-pricing, if required, can be seen in the mid-country where a house priced at $5,500,000 in January ’06 has just been reduced to $3,500,000 this week. Mind you, that’s just the new asking price and the house remains unsold. In another section of town, a house priced at $2,750,000 in May of ’06 finally dropped its price to $2,295,000 and has gone to contract, presumably at something less than its last asking price. Again: keeping a house in showing condition is a miserable thing to do and you’re suffering needlessly if you refuse to conform your asking price to the market. We’re not seeing a collapse of housing values but if you think we’re returning to 2005 price levels, I’d agree.


Fall it is acomin’ in
In the spring, the flocks of mallards on my creek split into pairs, the better to make young ducklings (check with the middle school kids in Portland, Maine’s sex education classes if you need further information). Come fall, they reunite. We’re back to flocks now and, while striped bass are still feasting on baitfish, the stripers will soon be gone and we’ll be left with only the company of our mallards. Works for me.

Who said the market’s dead?
For most of this year I was, or so I’ve been informed, ahead of my younger brother Gideon in sales. This is as it should be, notwithstanding that he’s been peddling real estate for the past twenty years compared to my mere five. Gideon just blew me out of the water when he negotiated a contract for Lowther Point in Riverside for $20+ million (Gideon, as is appropriate, is close-mouthed as to the identity of the buyer or the agreed upon price). We all want our siblings to do well, of course, but beat us? Ha! If you feel the same way toward your own kid brother, and have $20,000,000 (heck, $10,000,00 will do) to spend on real estate, call me before December 31st.

Cops
I’ve used this column to poke fun at our town’s police force before, but I’m distressed to see that two of our officers have felt it necessary to sue Greenwich to get relief they feel they’re entitled to. Patrolman Sean O’Donnell, who honored my son John and I by sharing coffee with us upon Mr. O’Donnell’s first return from Iraq, has now been redeployed there and claims that he’s been denied promotions otherwise due him because of his absence while serving our country. Lt. Jim Pucci, retired, has sued to recover health benefits he says were promised him after he lost his leg in a horrible service-related accident on I-95. I’ve only met Mr. Pucci once but, when my daughter Kate, at age 3, was in Greenwich Hospital’s ICU recovery unit, she shared that room with the recovering, unconscious Lieutenant and we met the entire Pucci clan. Notwithstanding their relative’s grave condition, the Puccis reached out to Nancy, Kate and me and forever endeared themselves to us. Kate’s now a very healthy 22-year-old, and I’ll admit that I’m biased, but it strikes me that we owe people like Jim Pucci and Sean O’Donnell our best faith. I hope that Jim Lash, also someone I admire, can use his talents to cut through to the truth underlying these lawsuits and resolve them fairly.

Back to real estate
A relatively new house, and one that was never occupied, just sold in Riverside for $558 a sq. ft. Nothing unusual about that but, when it first came on the market two years ago, I noted in this column that its builder was asking $703 per square foot and I compared it to other new construction which was selling for prices in the mid fives. It’s not popular to price houses by the square foot in Greenwich, but I think it’s a viable approach and certainly, this one sat on the market for years before its owner dropped its price down to comparable construction. For another prediction, there’s a new house way out in the Back Country that’s asking $980 a square foot. If my fellow Realtors are right, this one will trade, years from now, for just over half that. I notice that it’s already taken a $1,000,000 price reduction since its first open house; one of many to follow, I suspect.

How to sell your house?
A house that’s sat on the market unsold since January just increased its asking price by $95,000. Usually a dumb move but in this case the sellers have added a nice portico and bumped out the living room, making the exterior much more attractive. But I still question the strategy; they probably won’t recover their extra cost, but can they at least get the house sold, for higher price than if they’d just dropped the price another $100,000? I honestly don’t know, and I’ll be watching the results with keen interest. I’ll let you know the result here – stay tuned.

Advertising?
As a Honda owner, I may be more sensitive to this issue than other brand owners, but I was struck by an ad I heard on the radio for a “local” GM dealer (do you know that Greenwich has neither a Ford nor a Chevrolet dealership?), promising, “the deal you want today, the service you’ll need tomorrow”. I don’t want service tomorrow, nor do I expect to need any, other than an occasional oil change. This guy should change brands or switch ad agencies, in my opinion.

Foxtons folds
This discount brokerage, imported from England, has collapsed, firing its agents and filing for bankruptcy. It hired real estate agents, giving them a car and health benefits (incentive enough for me to be interested, certainly) but, according to comments on the web, Foxtons used them as telemarketers, calling “for sale by owner” sellers and trying to sign them up. No particular services were offered: the home seller paid extra to list the property on the MLS, extra if a commission was to be offered to a selling agent (and you can be sure we selling agents weren’t about to show a house that paid us nothing), advertising, etc. In fact, I never understood why anyone would pay these folks 3% for doing nothing when they could get an incredible range of services from real agents for just 2% more. We advertise the house, we show the house, pay selling agents half of that 5%, negotiate deals and hold your hand at all hours of the day, seven days a week. Seems cheap to me.

What’s with G Mail?
You know that it’s a slow real estate market when I have the space to complain about my email service, but my Gmail account, Google’s free email service, has apparently been hijacked by spammers. I now receive hundreds of messages a day in my junk mail account alerting me that my messages to any number of unknown persons have been rejected. Since I never sent a single one of those messages, it makes sense that some entity has captured my computer and is using it to send spam. But just try to find a human being at Google to report this security breach to. Gmail’s free: you get what you pay for.

And while we’re complaining
A long while back I noted that Greenwich’s radio station, WGCH, had abandoned all local content and had begun broadcasting canned business news originating out of Chicago, of all places. Now they are broadcasting Red Sox games which, as one of two Sox fans in this town, I appreciate, but could there be a more telling sign that this station has completely lost touch with its home base?

Real estate bargains
Yes, this column is really dedicated to real estate, and here are two listing descriptions to prove it. Shelly Tretter’s listing at 50 Richmond Hill Road has been reduced to $5,295,000 – I liked this place at its original price of $6,150,000 and it’s an absolute bargain now. Beautiful house with great architectural details, a great yard, plus pool, guest house etc. There’s nothing not to like about this house and I think it dwarfs its competition, which includes houses asking millions of dollars more.
But if the $5,000,000 market is a bit plebian for your taste, may I suggest Jenny Prottas’ ”Reservoir Farms” on Taconic Road? She’s co-listed it with Steve Archino for something like $19,000,000 and while I won’t vouch for that exact price, this is a wonderful property to use as a benchmark for all the $10,000,000, over-priced trash you’ve been looking at. Eleven acres, stables, riding rink, top-of-the-line house and so forth. If you are able and willing to spend an enormous amount of money for a house, this is the one to compare others against. Go see it.

Disconnect
The paragraph above notwithstanding, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a greater disparity between sellers’ expectations and marketplace values. It’s truly crazy out there: $6,000,000 houses asking $11,000,000, $950,000 values seeking $1,500,000 and so on, through all price ranges. It’s not that the market has collapsed but rather, sellers have wildly inflated ideas about their home’s value. Try going to your stockbroker and telling him, “ I need to get $95 a share for my GE stock – my kid’s starting college this year.” He’ll tell you that GE’s trading in the low $40s and that, regardless of your need, that’s the most you can get for it. And he’s right - why do you think that real estate is any different?

Taxes
Hillary Clinton is proposing at least one new give away a day and her ideas of how to finance her (your) largess ought to alarm you. No tax deduction on second homes (1/2 of Greenwich seems to be owned by New Yorkers using us as a weekend get-away) and a 4% surcharge on the “rich”: people earning $100,000 or more. Hang onto your wallet.

Ah, waterfront!
A house on Gilliam Lane in Riverside was just listed and is described as belonging to a “waterfront association”. Now I happen to have grown up in the house next door and while it’s true that a brook runs under the house in question, there’s a pedestrian easement down a driveway on Club Road to Cos Cob Harbor (a holdover from farming days when cattle were taken down there to munch on salt hay) and there is a brackish pond at the end of the street where Dorothy Hamill first learned to skate, I never considered any of these features to comprise a waterfront association. But who knows? If Al Gore’s right and the water level rises another 100 feet (it’s a long way down to that pond) maybe this listing will be accurate. Give it a hundred years.

And speaking of centuries
A house on Farwell Lane, in the Back Country, has now been marked down to $6,950,000, a long way from its original asking price of $12,650,000, many brokers and many years ago. It’s not an owner’s reluctance to drop his price that astonishes me but rather the fierce determination to resist such a drop for such a long time. Keeping a house in showing condition is a miserable experience. If the marketplace says that you (or your agent) have made a serious miscalculation on price, why not acknowledge that quickly and get on with life? This house sat unsold through one of the strongest real estate markets in history and is now chasing a falling one – bad move.

Oops!
299 Round Hill Road sold for $3.795 million way back in 2001. It was returned to the market in September 2005 for $5,700,000 and sold last week for $4,060,000 which, after commissions and conveyance taxes, must have yielded a nifty long-term capital loss. Does this say something about the 2001 market or today’s? Don’t know, but it’s not particularly encouraging, either way.

Watch out!
I walk my own clients through each and every paragraph of the standard Greenwich listing agreement, explaining what each term means. This leads to a longer meeting but eliminates any misunderstandings down the road, so it’s time well spent. Two other firms here in town, who shall remain nameless for now based on their promise to discontinue the practice, took another tack for years: they pre-printed a contract that departed from the standard listing agreement and, without alerting their clients, signed them up for what is in effect an automatic six month extension of the contract after its designated termination date. That would seem to be a direct violation of Conn. Gen. Statute Section 20-320 (6) (go Google it, if you wish) but the two firms’ principals deny it. Whatever, they say they’ve discontinued the practice. If that’s untrue, I promise that I’ll name them here. In the meantime, I suggest that you have your lawyer review any contract you’re signing if you have doubts about its provisions and obligations. All contracts are negotiable – just make certain that you know what you’re negotiating.

Oh, nuts!
Have you noticed the bumper crop of acorns this year? From what I can glean from the Internet, the phenomenon extends at least as far as Minneapolis but certainly here in Riverside the things are falling from every oak tree in record amounts. I don’t know why but if you’re raising pigs, now’s the time to release them into the neighborhood and let them feed on free mast.

Good Lord
Did you catch the story of the would-be physician, a Harvard student (naturally) who sued for, and received, extra time to take her medical boards because she’s breast-feeding her baby? This woman is already getting an extra day to take the exam to accommodate her dyslexia and ADD conditions, now this. Would you want someone like her treating you in an emergency? “Ah, sorry, I read your charts backwards and I’m nursing – come back tomorrow and let’s see if I remember you”.

Book Sighting
Perrott Library is now stocking copies of my book, “Greenwich Mean Time”. Just Books, for some reason, no longer carries it but you can buy your own copy at Amazon, an institution I shifted my allegiance to after my local bookstore shifted theirs.

Another one bites the dust
Rumors that the Antares project at Putnam Green was in deep trouble have swirled through the real estate community for months but publishing unsubstantiated rumors (as opposed to opinions that are just plain wrong) can cause nasty libel suits, so you didn't read them here. But now that the news has broken, I'll give my opinion that failure couldn't have happened to a more deserving entity. From the start, Antares has exhibited a brazen arrogance unusual even for Greenwich. As you may recall, Putnam Green and its sister development, Weaver Hill, were modestly- priced rental units on the western side of town. Antares bought them for $223,000,000 two years ago (at which time I did mention in this column that, when someone's eager to sell, you might want to ask why) and almost immediately set about evicting the tenants, many of whom had lived there for years. They set impossibly high "buy-in" prices and imposed a take-it-or-leave-it deadline that many tenants, if their letters to me were representative, found oppressive. So having antagonized the very people most likely to be interested in living in that side of town, Antares set about trying to peddle the units to strangers. Not many bit and now the financing's been yanked, workers pulled off the site and all sales cancelled. This is the same group that "accidentally" destroyed wetlands off of Langhorne Lane while building a cluster of high end houses and I suspect that neighbors of that bit of vandalism will lose no more sleep over the fate of this company than will the displaced tenants of Putnam Green. In my opinion, of course.

Is there any encouraging real estate news?
Not on the national level, that's for sure, but I wouldn't panic here in Greenwich, yet. Some houses are selling: sixteen went to contract in the past two weeks, at (asking) prices ranging from $8.5 million (waterfront land) to $760,000, so some buyers are out there. On the other hand, 106 new listings came on, which is normal for this time of year but we'd obviously like to see a better balance between those figures. I've laughed at buyers over the years who insist that they'll wait until prices come down and end up paying more, or never buying in town. For the first time in a long time, I'm not laughing; they just might be right.

But, just to prove I'm often wrong
A new listing on Lake Avenue came on last week priced at $6,200,000. Nice location set far back from the road and wonderful grounds but the house was built in 1965 and, to my eye, looked dated. I figured it would sit six months on the market before its price more accurately reflected my opinion – ha! Gone in just a few days via Ellen Mosher. It's hard, sometimes, to screen out personal opinions from objective judgment. In this instance, I knew the taste of my clients looking in that price range, knew they wouldn't like it and, since I didn't have any other buyers for the property, mentally discounted its price accordingly. That's a dumb way to price real estate and I try hard not to do it; sometimes I fail.

Making lemonade
The National Association of Realtors is running an ad proclaiming that it's a buyers' market because "there's more choice than ever". Uh, yeah – that might also be what we refer to as a glut of inventory, but whatever.

Making lemons
A bunch of us agents traveled to the far reaches of Greenwich's northern border to see a new house that was priced at, for that area, a pretty startling sum. No a bad house but nothing special, no "wow" factor so, considering that and its location, several of us independently concluded that the ultimate selling price would be half of what the builder is asking. We could be wrong – see above - but that's a pretty large discrepancy between what we see as reality and what the builder is dreaming. At least if we're wrong it will only cost us a foregone sale. If the builder has mis-guessed his project's drawing power, he'd better hope he has a more understanding lender than Antares did.

I’ve said this before
But perhaps you’d like to hear it again, this time from a real estate professor at Columbia, quoted in the New York Times. Professor Christopher Meyer, who studied loss aversion by (would-be) sellers in Boston when the market dropped 30% noticed that sellers refused to drop their price to match market conditions. They didn’t do well, naturally, and the professor says that he now counsels his own family, “If you want to sell your house then you list it at the market price and you sell it,” he said. “If you don’t really want to sell then don’t put it on the market. But don’t say you want to sell and then set the price so high that you spend the year cleaning up every morning, having people walk through your living room and look in your medicine cabinets and reject you. That’s just painful — and expensive.”
I’ve been saying this for the five years I’ve written this column but I don’t teach at Columbia – if you won’t listen to me, perhaps you’ll listen to Professor Meyer.

On the other hand
There’s still an active market here for houses priced right. B.K. Bates listed 144 Riverside Avenue, a wonderful 1860 Federalist on 1.4 acres, for $3.7 million last Thursday and it was gone in a bidding war by Friday. This house, one of the few landmarks we have in Riverside needed, to put it gently, a good bit of work - I’d estimate $1 million, minimum – to bring it into the 21st Century, but there’s nothing like it around here, and certainly no comparable land. I think that we’ve reached a new stage in land sales here in eastern Greenwich, where sellers can now get a premium for over-sized lots. If you own an acre or more in Old Greenwich or Riverside, you may want to eschew sub-dividing it and instead offer it as a whole. Or hold onto it, and pay those college tuitions down the road. Or, better yet, call me!

Hurricane deductibles
Interesting article, again in the New York Times, concerning the increasing use of “standard” deductibles of 2% or 3% in home insurance policies for storm damage. As the article points out, many homeowners gloss over this amount, thinking it doesn’t amount to much, but a $1,000,000 loss could mean a $30,000 out-of-pocket expense. Not the end of the world for you hedge fund folks, assuming your bonus comes through this year, but for older people on fixed income living near the water, that’s a chunk of change. As always, it pays to review your policy and see what’s in there. If you can’t understand the language, that’s probably a bad sign.

Stone and clapboard multimillion houses
About three years ago I suggested that the shingle-style house was probably reaching a saturation point. No one who counts listened, and we’re still seeing new ones, some of which are selling. With that record of prognistication failure, here’s my latest prediction: there are too many houses being built, all alike, with stone facing in the middle and clapboard wings to either side. They look identical and, other than price, there’s very little to differentiate one from the other. And, if price is the only factor, won’t the cheaper ones sell faster than their more expensive sisters?

Even a blind squirrel finds the occasional acorn
(Thanks to my brother Gideon for that bit of wisdom). I rarely read New York Times editorials (and never agree with those I do) so I was astonished to read their editors denouncing the entire corn-to-ethanol project as the national boondoggle that it is. It consumes more energy than it produces, drives up the cost of food, encourages the destruction of farmland and, in short, profits no one but the farmers who grow corn and vote in the Iowa primary. If ethanol is to make economic sense, it will be because we import sugarcane ethanol from Brazil but of course, we’re presently taxing it 50 cents per gallon and adding a 50 cent subsidy to American-grown corn ethanol – duh. It’s discouraging, putting it mildly, that a program so flawed that even the New York Times editorial board can see its disadvantages is praised by every politician, of both national parties, running for president. Just wait till they fix medical care and Social Security.

Where are the offers?

Most sellers with overpriced houses don’t understand why no one extends an offer, at any price on their property. Having spent many weeks recently with a very nice couple who are ready to buy but haven’t extended an offer on anything we’ve seen, here’s my conclusion: unlike, say, corporate take-over targets, houses are personal. The same hard-bitten business man or business woman who’d think nothing of extracting the lowest possible price from another corporation’s shareholders seems to balk at tossing a lowball, but realistic price at the owners of a house. “Call me if they lower the price” is the almost universal response to these situations, even though I argue that the time to present an offer is before the price is lowered and more buyers flood in. I think buyers don’t want to insult people personally, so they won’t go there. Too bad, because we’ve been looking at a huge range of houses recently, ranging in price from $6,000,000 to over $12,000,000, and so many of them are asking literally millions of dollars more than they’re worth. My folks are ready to buy, but they aren’t going to over-pay. So your house sits.

More on overpricing

A builder client of mine just walked from a deal when the seller (actually, his agent) of a building lot told us that they already had an offer roughly $500,000 more we offered, far than it could possibly be worth. I told the agent to sign the deal up before the alleged buyer was recaptured and returned to the loony bin but we, at least weren’t interested. Was there such a buyer? I suspect not, which makes this an even dumber tactic than it seems – nothing worse than making such a claim and then having to return, hat in hand, begging for the original offer but if there was, God bless both buyer and seller – they’ll need such blessings. Builders have to make money on a deal. While it’s true that both builder and land seller have conflicting interests as both want to maximize their profit, a successful transaction has to make sense for both parties or it’s never going to work. At the height of the market in 2005 sellers got away with some astonishing coups but the buyers ended up in a very poor position. A house off lower Lake Avenue, for instance, sold for an insane price in that year and the developer (doing his very first project, I’ll bet) dumped hundreds of thousands of dollars into its renovation. It sold last week for, after commissions, $25,000 less than he paid for it, not even including the money spent on improvements, carrying costs, conveyance taxes and so forth. In short, the buyer lost his shirt. There may still be innocent naifs out there, convinced that they can’t lose money on Greenwich real estate but the professionals I know have stayed in business for decades by refusing to overpay for projects. If you want to sell to them, adjust your expectations.

Merit pay for teachers?

The head of our local teachers’ union claims that it would be degrading for her members to have to compete for wages, to which I say, welcome to the real world, honey. I know of no other industry where three years of indifferent performance guarantees you life-long employment with pay raises each year based solely on your waking up to breath each day. I remember the (very few) excellent teachers I encountered in my passage through the Greenwich school system and they were of all ages; the very worst were usually old frauds, going through the motions, who should have been fired years before they were inflicted on me and my classmates.
And now, “magnet schools”

The committee to examine diversity in our grammar schools was headed by our Superintendent of Schools and supposedly included a number of parents for their feedback. From what I hear from those parents, they were never intended to have a voice and that the Superintendent simply held meetings without inviting their presence and then announcing a ‘consensus” that magnet schools were the solution, a pre-ordained conclusion. I still don’t get it: if better schools are the answer, why not improve all of them, rather than a select few? One way to do so might be to improve the quality of our teachers by, for instance, eliminating tenure and instituting merit pay.

Market Activity
August is usually a pretty slow month in the Greenwich real estate market and this year was no exception. Still, I was impressed how much activity there was. Forty-three houses went to contract during the month (compared to 41 in August ’06) ten of which at prices of $5,000,000 and up ($12,750,000 was tops, on Cedar Cliff Road in Riverside). That’s a substantial volume and you might find it reassuring to know that, even in this “national housing crisis”, there are still buyers out there and they’re doing more than just kicking tires.

“Green” houses
A number of my builder friends are either building or considering building “green” houses: super efficient, energy saving structures. They cost a bit more to build but produce a draft-free, comfortable house and offer much lower heating and cooling bills. The general sense the builders and I have is that consumers aren’t willing to pay more upfront even with the promise of paying less during ownership; my friend and builder, Peter Thalheim, says he builds them out of personal pride and a commitment to the environment, which is pretty cool. But 26 Bramble Lane, a house I wrote about before because of its innovative, super-insulated construction, sold in August for $3,725,000 and, without meaning to offend the buyer by suggesting that they over-paid for the house – they didn’t – I think that price may reflect a slight premium for its energy saving features. I hope so, because that will encourage builders to do more of these projects and buyers will end up with better houses. I am one of those “global warming deniers” and consider Al Gore and his ilk to be leading a new religious campaign based on fear and ignorance, rather than science, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t conserve resources – my father singly-handedly kept the 15 watt light bulb industry alive and raised his kids to abhor waste. I learned well, and I’d like to see more new construction pay attention to conservation.

White Houses
As one of the last subscribers to the printed book version of our MLS, I like to get my money’s worth by prowling through the whole thing, cover to cover. Did that recently, as was struck by the number of listing photographs that showed bucolic snowy scenes, reminiscent of Pieter Bruegel. Nothing screams “over-priced loser going nowhere” than a photograph, in September, of a bedraggled yard with a melting Frosty the Snowman in front. Any competent agent has a digital camera or can borrow one. If your listing is still depicting the snows of yesteryear, demand a new photo. Or, of course, you can wait a few months and you’ll be seasonally correct once again – but maybe you’d like to sell your house before February.

Chubby Wubbies
I’m delighted to have moved to Raveis’s Old Greenwich office because I’m now back in my “hood’ and get to encounter friends and neighbors regularly. The location also affords an opportunity to survey the street scene, and I’ve seen some amusing sights, including a porcine 4 year old, clutching both a bagel (with cream cheese, presumably) and a soda while being wheeled through town in a stroller. Far be it from me to offer parenting advice but this kid looked (a) old enough to walk on his own and (b) desperately in need of a little exercise. Just one man’s opinion, of course.

Don’t stage that house!
Saw some new construction the other day. The builder, seeking to recoup the expense of renting furniture for another, larger project, crammed everything into this much smaller house, thereby ensuring that prospective buyers will see exactly how tiny the living room, dining room and kitchen are. Bad move.

Speaking of melting snowmen
The new ethic, at least as preached by Leonard Decapprio and his new movie, “The 11th Hour”, is that we should all use less wood and curtail logging. Dr. Patrick Moore, a co-founder of Greenpeace and presumably no enemy of the earth, points out that trees suck up carbon better than anything else on earth and that carbon remains stored in the wood, even as it’s converted to furniture and houses. Young trees absorb carbon at far greater rates than mature ones so we should be doing more logging, not less. And shooting more methane-belching moose, of course.

Mortgage Meltdown

The so-called sub-prime mortgage market has been taking a beating and dragging down a number of very good companies. But I'm not convinced that recent "solutions" proposed by politicians will do anything to alleviate the situation; in fact, I believe they will only make things worse. One suggestion floating around is to ban variable interest rate loans. That's not going to help anyone who already has one and it ignores recent history, when rates went down, not up. Variable rates were a good deal for a long time, now they aren't. Such is life. The late Harvard libertarian philosopher Robert Nozick, author of "Anarchy, State and Utopia" liked to commend "acts of capitalism between consenting adults" and that's what variable rate loans were; they allowed folks to buy houses who otherwise couldn't. Same with the "no-documentation" loans. I recall when, 20 years back, we wanted to add onto our house to accommodate the arrival of our third child. While my income as a lowly lawyer didn't meet the precise standards of a conventional 30-year mortgage, I was confident I could handle the payments and Green Point Mortgage, looking at a requested $100,000 loan on a $1,000,000 property, took the chance. We got the house rebuilt, Green Pont got repaid and everyone was happy. But last week, Green Point was shut down, not because its loans were going bad but because the panic infecting Wall Street spread to it.

I suppose that my point here is that flexible terms and rates – even interest-only loans - weren't and aren't all bad. I'm reading now about poor homeowners who swear that they didn't know their rates could go up and about mortgage brokers playing fast and loose with income statements but all in all, I think it would be a mistake to switch the whole system back to the standard 20% down, 30 year mortgage model. It will only deprive a lot of people the opportunity to own their own house. And if some of those people dive in over their head and lose what they tried to buy? Well, that's a shame, but depriving the 80-90% of their peers who can handle it the chance to buy a house seems like overkill.

Mortgage Contingencies
They're back! Not so long ago, sellers were refusing to allow mortgage contingencies into their contracts and buyers were forced to go without this protection. The shoe's on the other foot now and buyers who need a mortgage (not every Greenwich resident does, naturally) can usually insist that their deposit be returned if they can't obtain financing. But be warned: the days of overnight mortgage approvals are over, at least for now, because there are fewer lenders making loans and those that are are insisting on far more documentation than before. Two weeks is probably the minimum contingency date you should ask for and if you can get the seller to agree to three weeks, all the better. Sellers, cheer up: these things all go in cycles, and you'll be back in the catbird seat, one of these days.

Yet another apples to apples comparison
16 Stanwich Lane listed at $2,250,000 back in November of 2005 sold that month in a bidding war for $2,466,000. It was returned to the market this year and my brother Gideon (Cleveland, Duble & Arnold), representing the new buyer, got it for $2,350,000 last week. On average, Greenwich prices are holding firm but, as I pointed out last week, we're seeing more of these losing propositions. As always, the advice is to hope that you don't buy in a heated market and have to sell in a soft one. No one's ever done badly in Greenwich real estate in the long run but if you can't hold out for the long run, hang onto your wallet and cry.

Nice while it lasted
Schools are back open, traffic's back. But that means the buyers are, too, I hope. Next year, I think I'll spend August in Montana.

Dog Days
Contrary to rumor, Leona Helmsly's last will and testament did not demand that her little dog, Trouble, be sent off to be trained by Michael Vick. Amazing the mean things people say about the dead

The sky is lowering, not falling

There are a lot of buyers out there who think that, if they only wait long enough, Greenwich housing prices will fall to affordable levels. So far as I know, these people have been waiting since, oh, maybe 1935. But it is true that waiting for a particular house to drop can be an effective strategy. One Ashton Drive came on the market 1/23/04 for $7.5 million and sold last week 3 ½ years later, for $5.125. One Indian Spring, the great old Rockefeller estate, was listed for $26,000,000 on 5/17/05 and also sold last week (via Barbara Zaccagnini) for $13,410,000. Now that's a price reduction. I don't mean to embarrass the sellers of these two houses but write this to make the point that, if you and your agent both think a house is over-priced, other agents may, too, and the house will linger, offering you plenty of time to work down the price. But beware: I've known buyers who rejected their agent's opinion that a house was priced fairly and then lost the house they wanted to someone else. So listen to your agent; if you don't trust her advice, get another agent – there are tons of us out here.

"Yacht" Club leases
Certain RTM members have complained that Greenwich leases waterfront property to four non-profit clubs, including the Old Greenwich Yacht Club and the Mianus River Boat Club. I think they're wrong to complain. As I understand the situation, these are not private clubs: any town resident can join. Dues are paid, the buildings are maintained at no cost to the town and any "earnings" (a term mistakenly employed by Budget Overview Committee head Don Conway) are plowed back into operations. No one's getting rich here, and the town itself collects all the revenue from slip and boat rack rentals. Even Mr. Conway admits the value of these clubs saying, "it'd great for kids who folks can't afford to join private clubs" but he misses the point: there are a lot of residents who, while passionate about boating, wouldn't join a private club at gunpoint. These four organizations provide a terrific, low-cost opportunity for Greenwich boaters to enjoy the water without enduring ten year waiting lists and the annual Commodore's Ball. Leave 'em alone, says I. As an aside, if the RTM wants to look at boat fees, perhaps it should eliminate the charge on windsurfers which are brought to the beach and depart the same day with their sailors. What services are provided by Greenwich that justify charging any fee at all?

Energy for Connecticut
Connecticut Attorney General and Greenwich resident Richard Blumenthal exulted over last week's judicial ruling stopping, at least for now, a cross-sound natural gas pipeline, "thus preventing an ecological disaster". Turns out, some clams were going to be temporarily displaced. I like clams, especially fried, but I also like having enough energy in this region to keep the economy going. I recently heard Blumenthal defend his opposition to the liquefied natural gas plant, which would sit six miles offshore, by claiming that there were other, safer ways to import energy, "like pipelines". But if he and his environmental friends won't permit pipelines to be built, or LNG complexes, or high voltage power lines, or nuclear reactors or conventional power plants - and they won't - how do they expect to supply the region with our future energy needs? The best I can determine, this advocacy group's solution is low energy lightbulbs and enforced use of scooters for commuting. If it weren't so serious, the lunacy of these people, including Mr. Blumenthal, would be pretty funny.



Save this Date

The Women's Club of Greenwich is sponsoring a cruise around the Statue of Liberty and New York Harbor on Thursday, September 20. Hors d'oeuvres, buffet dinner, taxes and gratuities included, all for $95, regardless of club membership. Why am I mentioning this in a real estate column? Well, the head of the Club is my adored former Third Grade teacher, Maria Krumeich and she asked me to. I would never deny a (great) former teacher anything. Besides, thanks to the generosity of Riverside's own Tom Peterson, I did something similar once on Malcolm Forbe's Highlander and it was a blast. Questions? Call Carla at the Women's Club @ 869-2046.

The sky is lowering, not falling
There are a lot of buyers out there who think that, if they only wait long enough, Greenwich housing prices will fall to affordable levels. So far as I know, these people have been waiting since, oh, maybe 1935. But it is true that waiting for a particular house to drop can be an effective strategy. One Ashton Drive came on the market 1/23/04 for $7.5 million and sold last week 3 ½ years later, for $5.125. One Indian Spring, the great old Rockefeller estate, was listed for $26,000,000 on 5/17/05 and also sold last week (via Barbara Zaccagnini) for $13,410,000. Now that’s a price reduction. I don’t mean to embarrass the sellers of these two houses but write this to make the point that, if you and your agent both think a house is over-priced, other agents may, too, and the house will linger, offering you plenty of time to work down the price. But beware: I’ve known buyers who rejected their agent’s opinion that a house was priced fairly and then lost the house they wanted to someone else. So listen to your agent; if you don’t trust her advice, get another agent – there are tons of us out here.

“Yacht” Club leases
Certain RTM members have complained that Greenwich leases waterfront property to four non-profit clubs, including the Old Greenwich Yacht Club and the Mianus River Boat Club. I think they’re wrong to complain. As I understand the situation, these are not private clubs: any town resident can join. Dues are paid, the buildings are maintained at no cost to the town and any “earnings” (a term mistakenly employed by Budget Overview Committee head Don Conway) are plowed back into operations. No one’s getting rich here, and the town itself collects all the revenue from slip and boat rack rentals. Even Mr. Conway admits the value of these clubs saying, “it’d great for kids who folks can’t afford to join private clubs” but he misses the point: there are a lot of residents who, while passionate about boating, wouldn’t join a private club at gunpoint. These four organizations provide a terrific, low-cost opportunity for Greenwich boaters to enjoy the water without enduring ten year waiting lists and the annual Commodore’s Ball. Leave ‘em alone, says I. As an aside, if the RTM wants to look at boat fees, perhaps it should eliminate the charge on windsurfers which are brought to the beach and depart the same day with their sailors. What services are provided by Greenwich that justify charging any fee at all?

Energy for Connecticut
Connecticut Attorney General and Greenwich resident Richard Blumenthal exulted over last week’s judicial ruling stopping, at least for now, a cross-sound natural gas pipeline, “thus preventing an ecological disaster”. Turns out, some clams were going to be temporarily displaced. I like clams, especially fried, but I also like having enough energy in this region to keep the economy going. I recently heard Blumenthal defend his opposition to the liquefied natural gas plant, which would sit six miles offshore, by claiming that there were other, safer ways to import energy, “like pipelines”. But if he and his environmental friends won’t permit pipelines to be built, or LNG complexes, or high voltage power lines, or nuclear reactors or conventional power plants - and they won’t - how do they expect to supply the region with our future energy needs? The best I can determine, this advocacy group’s solution is low energy lightbulbs and enforced use of scooters for commuting. If it weren’t so serious, the lunacy of these people, including Mr. Blumenthal, would be pretty funny.

Save this Date
The Women’s Club of Greenwich is sponsoring a cruise around the Statue of Liberty and New York Harbor on Thursday, September 20. Hors d’oeuvres, buffet dinner, taxes and gratuities included, all for $95, regardless of club membership. Why am I mentioning this in a real estate column? Well, the head of the Club is my adored former Third Grade teacher, Maria Krumeich and she asked me to. I would never deny a (great) former teacher anything. Besides, thanks to the generosity of Riverside’s own Tom Peterson, I did something similar once on Malcolm Forbe’s Highlander and it was a blast. Questions? Call Carla at the Women’s Club @ 869-2046.

The sky is lowering, not falling
There are a lot of buyers out there who think that, if they only wait long enough, Greenwich housing prices will fall to affordable levels. So far as I know, these people have been waiting since, oh, maybe 1935. But it is true that waiting for a particular house to drop can be an effective strategy. One Ashton Drive came on the market 1/23/04 for $7.5 million and sold last week 3 ½ years later, for $5.125. One Indian Spring, the great old Rockefeller estate, was listed for $26,000,000 on 5/17/05 and also sold last week (via Barbara Zaccagnini) for $13,410,000. Now that’s a price reduction. I don’t mean to embarrass the sellers of these two houses but write this to make the point that, if you and your agent both think a house is over-priced, other agents may, too, and the house will linger, offering you plenty of time to work down the price. But beware: I’ve known buyers who rejected their agent’s opinion that a house was priced fairly and then lost the house they wanted to someone else. So listen to your agent; if you don’t trust her advice, get another agent – there are tons of us out here.

“Yacht” Club leases
Certain RTM members have complained that Greenwich leases waterfront property to four non-profit clubs, including the Old Greenwich Yacht Club and the Mianus River Boat Club. I think they’re wrong to complain. As I understand the situation, these are not private clubs: any town resident can join. Dues are paid, the buildings are maintained at no cost to the town and any “earnings” (a term mistakenly employed by Budget Overview Committee head Don Conway) are plowed back into operations. No one’s getting rich here, and the town itself collects all the revenue from slip and boat rack rentals. Even Mr. Conway admits the value of these clubs saying, “it’d great for kids who folks can’t afford to join private clubs” but he misses the point: there are a lot of residents who, while passionate about boating, wouldn’t join a private club at gunpoint. These four organizations provide a terrific, low-cost opportunity for Greenwich boaters to enjoy the water without enduring ten year waiting lists and the annual Commodore’s Ball. Leave ‘em alone, says I. As an aside, if the RTM wants to look at boat fees, perhaps it should eliminate the charge on windsurfers which are brought to the beach and depart the same day with their sailors. What services are provided by Greenwich that justify charging any fee at all?

Energy for Connecticut
Connecticut Attorney General and Greenwich resident Richard Blumenthal exulted over last week’s judicial ruling stopping, at least for now, a cross-sound natural gas pipeline, “thus preventing an ecological disaster”. Turns out, some clams were going to be temporarily displaced. I like clams, especially fried, but I also like having enough energy in this region to keep the economy going. I recently heard Blumenthal defend his opposition to the liquefied natural gas plant, which would sit six miles offshore, by claiming that there were other, safer ways to import energy, “like pipelines”. But if he and his environmental friends won’t permit pipelines to be built, or LNG complexes, or high voltage power lines, or nuclear reactors or conventional power plants - and they won’t - how do they expect to supply the region with our future energy needs? The best I can determine, this advocacy group’s solution is low energy lightbulbs and enforced use of scooters for commuting. If it weren’t so serious, the lunacy of these people, including Mr. Blumenthal, would be pretty funny.

Save this Date
The Women’s Club of Greenwich is sponsoring a cruise around the Statue of Liberty and New York Harbor on Thursday, September 20. Hors d’oeuvres, buffet dinner, taxes and gratuities included, all for $95, regardless of club membership. Why am I mentioning this in a real estate column? Well, the head of the Club is my adored former Third Grade teacher, Maria Krumeich and she asked me to. I would never deny a (great) former teacher anything. Besides, thanks to the generosity of Riverside’s own Tom Peterson, I did something similar once on Malcolm Forbe’s Highlander and it was a blast. Questions? Call Carla at the Women’s Club @ 869-2046.

The newest “Must-Have” fashion accessory
According to NPR, and who argues with NPR, fashionable families now count at least four children as necessary accessories, to go along with the yellow Labrador and the Mercedes. That many children, apparently, sends a message that you can afford four private school (and college) tuitions, a very large house and nannies to care for the brood. One young mommy interviewed for the article said, “I’m highly educated, ambitious and no longer employed in the workplace so of course I want to excel at something; in this case, raising the perfect family”. Let’s see: well educated, ambitious, rich young women – where do we find those? Instead of mulling over closing Parkway School, the Board of Ed should start planning new schools (I realize that all these perfect children are slated for private school but, as that young mommy may soon discover, not all perfect children are quite so perfect and some, alas, are going to end up rubbing shoulders with the great unwashed in the public schools).

The sky (isn’t) falling!
The New York Times reported over the weekend the sad story of a supposedly rich young thing from Wall Street who applied for a $1.5 million mortgage and was quoted rates as high as 13%. Leaving aside that a someone buying a piddling house under $2 million hardly qualifies as rich, in Greenwich, is it true that the pool for large mortgages is drying up? I called Marcos Zavattaro, Vice President of Patriot Bank and one of the most experienced mortgage guys I know (252-5922, if you want to talk to him yourself) to get the scoop. “One of the most ridiculous stories I’ve ever read”, was his response. According to Marcus, the so-called “jumbo mortgages” – loans over $1.0 million that can’t be sold to FannyMae, have indeed been hit by the recent credit panic, but not to the extent reported by the New York Times. Last Monday, he had a quote of 6 3/8 for one such loan; the next day, that same loan was 8%, because no one is willing to buy loans until they know what’s happening. Still, 8% is not 13%. Marcus’s advice – I think it’s his advice, but call him personally, in case I blew this - is to wait and let the panic subside over the next 60-90 days, when, he thinks, rates will retreat. If you want to buy a house before then, he suggests that you go interest only and pay the loan off when that bonus rolls in. If that bonus rolls in, of course. If not, we in the real estate industry stand ready to help you unload your unfortunate purchase at only a slight discount. Ah, just kidding – all my smart friends on Wall Street seem to have already figured out how to profit from the present scenario and if you haven’t, maybe you should be here with me on the other side of the trenches.

Change your broker, lose your buyers
I’ve been busy recently showing houses in the $5-$9 million range and rarely have I seen so many over-priced homes. I marked a number of them as ripe for realistic offers but saw this week that the owners of several of them have switched brokers and retained original price. That’s a sign of serious derangement – it’s not your agent’s fault that your house hasn’t sold, buddy, it’s your price – compared to others in your price range, you’re out of whack. So, when I see an owner refusing to acknowledge this truth, I cross the house off my list for future consideration. I’ll come back to it next spring when it will probably be in a free-fall and be a real bargain.

Pomerance Property
Did you see the interesting quote from Dianne Fox, our Town Planner, stating that there is nothing to prevent moderate income housing from being erected on the Pomerance park? I realize that many in town feel we need more moderate-income housing, but I suspect none of us who supported the town’s purchase of the parkland, for $20 million plus, did so with the intention that it be built over with housing. Bait and switch, or just another town official imposing her will over what the town wants? I don’t know, but it seems to me that we should fire our town planner and the current members of the RTM Land Use Committee. Time for a fresh start.