Strike two. That stinks too.
There's not hope for you! Go back to listing to your Oingo Boingo.
Strike two. That stinks too.
There's not hope for you! Go back to listing to your Oingo Boingo.
To this cowboy the 70s were a good time.
Uh, no thanks but you can go back to listening to your:
http://youtu.be/NKdknYaSHgE
Why!? The gas crisis? Watergate? The Vietnam War? Stagflation? High interest rates? Lousy clothes? Lousy home decorating? Ugly colors for kitchen appliances? Disco? Etc., etc. :doh:
The 80s were terrible for interest rates if you were buying a house!
The 80s were terrible for interest rates if you were buying a house!
The 80s were also horrible to have your money in many savings and loans....
The early 80's were pretty dismal for me. Getting a full time job took a long time, but I suppose the one I found was to my liking as I stayed with it for 30 years.
By the mid 80's the real estate market really took off, and I was able to do fairly well with a side practice doing closings. It was a lot less cut throat back then: people generally were not signing contracts to buy or sell houses unless they really wanted to proceed, and the closing companies and lenders were fairly cooperative. For an hour or so per closing and about 5 hours of prep work, I could pick up $300-500, and it was usually a pretty pleasant experience. Not so much any more: more damn trouble than it's worth.
It was good to have your savings in the right one though--making 13% interest.
Unless your savings and loan defaulted. I knew people who it took 15 years to get their money back from the FDIC. And it was pretty much hell.
Also, while it's nice to make 13% in interest, don't think that matched the inflation that happened in the 80s to most people.
I never had a problem then either. It was far better than it is now. A person could make some real money and sock it away for retirement---making 13% on it in a bank.
Before you could put it in the bank, you had to earn it. That's where it was brutal, at least in what was left of the industrial Northeast.
I tried going to California in 1983, figuring I'd get a better deal. Even the hippies had more money than I did, but I wasn't into panhandling. Came home broke six months later, and spent the rest of the eighties trying to find a job at a place that wasn't going to go broke and shut down as soon as I'd gotten established there. I worked as a sign painter, as a line worker in a t-shirt factory, as a press worker in a printing plant, all the while trying to find a radio station that wasn't at death's door. I went thru three of those -- one owned by a pathological liar, one owned by a convicted felon, and one owned by an Indian tribe -- before I ended up working for a station run by the state chairman of a Major Political Party, whose personal platform was "all for me and the hell with you." He, and his cocaine dealer, were definitely enjoying the eighties, but they left a wicked sour taste in my mouth. I was very glad to see the back of them.
I was in Santa Barbara, looking for a shot in broadcasting. I ended up working in a meat market for a couple of Czechoslovakian guys who had run from the tanks and come to the US to sell sausage. I will say that it was very good sausage. I also wrote fortune cookies for a while, but I found out there's not a lot of money in that.
I got off the bus in LA, and nearly choked to death from the smell. I had to keep going north until I could breathe.
Aside from 1980-1982 inflation in the 1980s was never above 5%. How I got 13% was in 1982 a San Francisco Federal Savings as offering the rate for up to 5 years. I took it---I am no fool. I remember how it stunk after that though---you could barely get 5% if you were lucky in 1986. :doh: