Every so often, curiosity impels me to check out my former homes on Google Streetview, to see how much they’ve changed over time. Usually it’s nothing dramatic, but today’s exception left me stunned, shocked, and incredibly grateful.

Back in 2001, I bought my first – and to date only – property, a condo unit on the second floor of the historic former Hotel Vendome, located in Boston’s trendy Back Bay.

By far its most dramatic feature – and the reason I selected it after viewing seventy others – was a sweeping view of the neighborhood. The living room’s south-facing bay windows not only offered tons of delightful sunshine, but overlooked an empty lot that had served as a parking lot since 1958. It was the only unit I’d seen that had such a wide-open vista.

That panorama included many of Boston’s notable buildings: the Hancock tower, the Prudential tower, the New Old South Church with its distinctive Italianate campanile, 500 Boylston, 222 Berkeley, the Boston Art Club and the 1884 headquarters of the Massachusetts Bicycle Club (both now part of the Snowden School). I could watch shoppers walking along trendy Newbury Street, catch glimpses of Boston Marathon participants as they finished in Copley Square, or admire the colorful DuBarry trompe d’oeil mural that decorated the exterior of one of the buildings facing the parking lot.

It was truly a fabulous view, and I enjoyed it virtually every single day for the fifteen years that I lived there. Here’s what it looked like around the time I moved in (as always, click through for a larger version):

Back Bay view in summer

Of course, there were also days when it looked a little more like this:

Back Bay view in winter

It was no secret to me how great a blessing it was that no one had built anything on that lot. In fact, it was kind of a mystery why it never happened. Although I never heard rumor of any plans, it was something I always feared. But nothing ever materialized, and I moved out and sold the unit in February 2016.

So you can imagine my shock when I happened to check my old place out on StreetView. Here’s the closest equivalent to what you would see out my bay windows as of September 2022:

Back Bay view in 2022

Yeah. Wow.

The lot was purchased in 2019 by L3 Capital in Chicago, who filed a project review in 2020 with the Boston Planning and Development Agency for a five-story, 43,000 square foot building containing retail and office space. A building permit was issued a year later, and construction appears to have moved along rapidly.

So that accounts for my “stunned and shocked” reaction.

As for “gratitude”, that comes from having enjoyed that unsurpassed view for fifteen wonderful years, and for the blind luck of having sold when I did, just four years before this development project came to light, on land that had been a parking lot for the previous sixty years!

My Back Bay condo was a truly amazing place to live, and that panoramic view was a huge, irreplaceable part of it. But that treasured view is one that I truly can never again experience.

Last night I attended the Reel Paddling Film Festival at the Kendall, a three-hour collection of the best kayaking and canoeing films of the year.

On the way in, organizers asked attendees to register for two raffles. I didn’t bother registering for the national raffle, both because the odds are long and because I have no use whatsoever for a car rack. But I filled out an entry for the local raffle, since the prizes included a PFD, Teva footwear (ironically, I’d bought a pair just last week), and various passes to Charles River Kayak, the guys I rent boats from.

Over the years, I’ve developed a belief that rumpled raffle tickets have a much better chance of getting pulled from a hat than crisp, uniform tickets. So before I put my entry card in the box, I creased it both lengthwise and breadthwise, then creased each corner in opposing directions: forward, backward, forward, backward.

cap

By now you should be able to guess where this is headed: when the intermission came around and the raffle was held, my ticket was the very first one pulled. Bingo!

Unfortunately, the first items they chose to raffle were Headsweats race caps, so I didn’t win any Tevas or boat rentals or the PFD. But as caps go, it’s a very nice one, since it’s made of the same CoolMax fabric used in most cyclingwear. In fact, it’d make a nice cycling hat, except that I’d have to cut back the brim, which was made extra long for paddlers of course.

With about 150 people in the audience, the odds of my winning weren’t astronomical, but it’s very interesting that after taking such care to differentiate my ticket from everyone else’s, my name was the first one chosen.

Huh. Last week Lenovo announced a worldwide recall of 205,000 laptop batteries manufactured by Sanyo because they could overheat.

When I bought my StinkPad, I got two extended-life battys. One overheated and fried within a few months of purchase, and the other I’ve used sparingly since then.

Now they’re both (allegedly) being replaced. Score one for the home team!

Oh, and I should also mention that the state posted their annual abandoned property list, and my name appears to be on their for something that’s value in excess of $100. I dunno what, but we’ll have to find out…

And all this on top of a $3500 income tax refund. Yow! WTF, over?

Are you superstitious?
Very little, if at all.
 
What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
I dunno. Not something I particularly pay any attention to, but I do believe that professional athletes tend to have the most thoroughly wacked-out superstitions.
 
Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?
Dunno. Like I say, that kinda stuff doesn’t really sink in.
 
Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
I do not believe in luck, nor do I have any “lucky” tokens.
 
Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Astrology, like most alledged fortune-telling methods, is very poorly-disguised hooey.

Basically, my feelings about these things are similar to my feelings about organized religion. If there is a creator or powers beyond current human ken, the likelihood is very low that they will conform to what mankind has imagined: Kabbala, the leprechaun, Linda Goodman, sheep entrails, Ouija boards, and MASH (hopefully we have some former grammar school girls in the audience who'll get that reference). We have invented that whole mystical mythology in our collective racial vanity; you can be sure that the reality, if and when we find it, will be quite different.

So whenever the topic of stock options comes up, I have this dilemma. When people learn that I sold my stock near the peak of Sapient's stock value, the usual response is "Boy, that sure was smart. I wish I'd been that smart."

Now, I'm torn about how to respond. Yeah, it was smart. Not that wisdom is the only factor that applied, and not that I can just say to my peers that their financial ruin is a very regrettable result of their lack of foresight. So instead, I usually say that a lot of it was luck, in that I was looking for a house at the time, and sold my stock in order to put as much down as possible.

But not wanting to brag about my wisdom is really just a social phenomenon, which I can put aside in this relatively private journal. Sure, there was a lot of good fortune involved in getting hired at Sapient before its IPO, but I made a number of decisions involved in managing and protecting that good fortune that demonstrated wisdom, foresight, and yes, intelligence. In order to support this conclusion that I'm so averse to admitting even to myself, I'd like to take a look at those decisions.

First, I had a strategy to my accumulation of Sapient stock. I exercised my stock gradually, doing my best to specifically minimize my AMT burden. I also held my stock as long as I could, so that I would avoid increased taxes on short-term gains. And I consulted an accounting firm in order to get the best advice I could on managing my growing assets and minimizing taxes.

Second, I made the decision to sell. Looking at my net worth as the millenium approached, I realized that 98 percent of my fortune was tied up in Sapient stock. No matter how well your company might be doing, that's just stupid. Although my stock had appreciated to an astonishing degree, it was still an unrealized gain that was entirely at risk, and a very high risk at that. I made the decision to sell and put my assets into a condo about a year before I actually sold my stock. At that time, I predicted that the speculative Internet bubble would undergo a whiplash negative counterreaction, as just about anything which becomes such a major trend inevitably does. I sold my stock in the autumn of 2000, a couple months before Sapient's competitors all began dropping like flies. I'm surprised that I looked at places for a whole year before I sold my stock; why my peers completely ignored the all-too-obvious warning signs just amazes me.

And finally, I didn't waver from the thinking behind my decision. A number of people pointed out home financing alternatives that might have been attractive in other circumstances. For example, I surprised many people by offering a down payment of more than two-thirds of the purchase price of my unit, when I could have put nothing down and kept my stock (and also paid a lot more in mortgage interest). Similarly, I was offered a stock-backed mortgage, where my stock would have served as collateral for my loan, and I would have been able to retain ownership of my stock. Either of those options would have had tragic consequences, and I didn't avail myself of them becuase they violated my primary reason for buying a house: cashing out of my risky Sapient holdings.

So although there definitely was some luck involved in my joining Sapient and in the tactical timing of my sale, I think I should be able to gracefully acknowledge that I demonstrated wisdom, foresight, and intelligence in how I managed my financial assets. The fact that I'm so well off now isn't just the result of dumb luck, when the majority of my peers have watched their fortunes be destroyed, and in some cases owe fortunes that they don't have to the IRS.

I don't want to overgeneralize, but I think too many of my peers are whiny, priviledged kids who have never had to learn financial discipline, responsibility, and independence. If you want to avoid a hand-to-mouth existence, have a retirement, and live well, you need to respect your money and where it comes from, and learn how to protect it. That's the wisdom that I have which produced, for me, such a better outcome than my peers.

Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to lord it over them when the topic comes up; I'll still be careful to avoid any implication that my friends' financial woes are the result of their own shortsightedness. But I needed to write this journal to clarify to myself exactly what degree of conscious control I had over the outcome, and by implication, whether I really was being smarter than most of my friends or not.

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