Say wha?
While thumbing through this past weekend’s Sunday New York Times, I stumbled into the headline, “Buying a Second Home First.” Then I think I may have gasped slightly.
In March 2006, while on a freelance writing run that would prove to be exhausting yet invaluable, I pitched a story to the Times. My editor then wrapped it up for his people this way:
When your first home is a second home. The story is about three New York City friends who bought a second home together before any of them had bought a first home. Six years later, two have families, all still get along (so well, in fact, they prefer everyone goes up together), and they’re expanding the house. These guys say they’ve inspired others to do the same. If DAVID A. PUNER can find another example or two, we’d be golden, no?
This is not the same story that ran this past weekend. Regardless, I was surprised enough to see that headline in print. My story was killed after months of back-and-forth, with more forth-than-back for long stretches. Typical freelance writing shit. My story was for the Times’ now defunct Escapes section, which at the time was wanting quirky real estate-ish stories to fit the section. Michelle Higgins’ (a fine writer, I should point out) article is a real estate piece and decidedly a trend piece, something the editors and I, at the time of pitch/approval, agreed wasn’t a prerequisite for publication.
Foreground: Manila folder from yesteryear. Background: Reggie, also of yesteryear, because he’s been there through it all.
So why am I going on about a story that didn’t run almost a decade ago (hey, it happens) and the frustration that can come from an assignment that goes awry for an array of reasons (some within the writer’s control and some far beyond)? The freelance writing life is incredibly difficult and I’m in awe of anyone who pulls it off, let alone thrives at it. Not much longer after this experience, I went corporate and used words mostly to push coffee and donuts for a few years. And it was good. Dunkin’ Dave himself even received coverage within The New York Times itself (scroll down, he’s in there). Weekends were again days secured for leisure, a home was bought (first home first, incidentally), and health benefits secured.
I’ve now embarked on yet another new chapter. A freelance assignment is among the current mix. Gulp.
Here then is the last worked draft of my long-ago Second Home First article. It’s odd to finally have a reason for it see the light of day.
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[Puner – SecondHomeFirst – 5-24-06]
By DAVID PUNER
On a recent sunny spring afternoon, three men gazed out on their land in South Londonderry, VT., with horseshoes in hand. It was Saturday and all was well. For a moment the only sound was the crackling of a daylight bonfire.
Breaking the tranquility, Joe Farina addressed the situation – in-hand, as it were – with a simple suggestion – “Shoes?”
Mr. Farina’s friend, Ken Begasse readily agreed. “Yeah, let’s throw some horseshoes.” The third, Mike Sanzen, was also in.
Throwing horseshoes is a crucial (warmer-weather) activity, one of many leisure pursuits (snowboarding, shuffleboard, Jenga, paintball, poker, pool, among others) for these three 32-year-old New Yorkers when spending time at their vacation home in Vermont.
The three men bought the house together in 2000, a time when they were all apartment renters in New York – none had previously owned a home. Now, said, Mr. Begasse, “we always joke – we bought our second home first.”
Eschewing [alt: Bucking] vacation home buying convention is a growing trend for urbanites, says Chris Palminteri, 35, a sales associate for the Corcoran Group in New York City. “Without question, the No. 1 reason people are buying second-homes-first, especially Manhattan renters, is the restrictions co-ops put on first time buyers,” Mr. Palminteri said. “Co-ops are about 75 percent of the sales market in Manhattan versus condos.” Co-ops, he explained, usually require a 20 percent down payment, a debt-to-income ratio that does not exceed 25 to 30 percent and liquidity in the bank after a property’s close that would cover between one and two years of mortgage and maintenance payments. In other words, Mr. Palminteri said, “You have to make at least $100,000 to afford a $400,000 apartment”– a small studio or one-bedroom. “It’s crazy – anywhere else in the country if you’re making $100,000 lenders will give you money to buy anything you want.” Even in Washington, D.C., recently one of the hottest real estate markets in the country, he said, buying an apartment is possible for someone making a modest living. “All new construction in D.C. is condos,” he said.
As it turns out, Mr. Palminteri and his wife, Kathi, also have a love for Vermont and over the years went in on a number of share-houses, including one nearby Mr. Begasse and crew, with whom they spent some time. In 2002, the Palminteris, then Manhattan renters, bought a Vermont home – a four-bedroom ranch – with two other New York couples. They bought the house for $185,000. “Basically, we wouldn’t have been able to do it on our own,” Mr. Palminteri said. The house was recently reappraised at around $375,000.
Despite home price inflation, deals are beginning to surface again in southern Vermont, says Sharon Emmanuel, who sold the Palminteri’s their house and is the Principal Broker of Bondville Realty Group, the agency Mr. Begasse and friends bought their home through in 2000. “The market has flattened out,” she said. In the last year, she said, the sellers’ market that began just after Mr. Begasse and friends bought their home in 2000 has shifted back to a buyers’ market. There is a glut of real estate for sale in her region, she said, but likely nothing comparable in price and portion to what Mr. Begasse and friends paid for their house and land six years ago.
At that time, after four ski seasons renting shares in Vermont houses with many participants, Mr. Begasse, Mr. Farina, and Mr. Sanzen wanted to rent a nicer house for only themselves for the upcoming ski season. “We were basically renting a box,” Mr. Begasse said, of their previous shares. Buoyed by burgeoning careers – in advertising and on Wall Street – yet still living single lifestyles reminiscent of their college careers, the three men, then in their mid-20’s and living in Manhattan and Hoboken, camped in the Green Mountains for two weeks in the summer of 2000, while looking a winter rental.
The few available high end rentals started at $15,000 for the season. The price seemed steep for what they could get. Then, said Sanzen, they were in their real estate agent’s office and noticed some flyers on the wall – they ran the numbers and “figured it was possible to just buy something.” Despite having never owned primary homes, the friends pooled their funds for a down payment on a house, mainly because “we had to have a place for snowboarding and we were really starting to worry about how to make it happen,” Sanzen said.
Owning a second-home-first in places like Vermont and Lake Tahoe makes more sense than buying a beach house, says Chris Palminteri. “A beach house can be pretty bleak during the wintertime,” he said. “Anything you can use year-round is a better investment for a first house.” Especially for recreation-oriented (read young) people who enjoy a variety of year-round outdoor activities.
When Mr. Begasse and friends started looking to buy, they drove around with their real estate agent and saw houses that needed major renovations. They kept looking and, finally, Mr. Begasse said, “We made a favorable impression on the real estate agent.” The real estate agent, he said, had been hesitant to show them one house – a New York v. Vermont-thing, he figures – “They save the cherry places for people who are local.” The real estate agent had this particular house in mind for a friend. It was “a beautiful A-Frame, in perfect condition.”
Built in 1976, the house, situated on 4.25 wooded acres—smack in the middle of three major ski areas: Stratton, Magic Mountain, and Bromley—had two bedrooms and a loft. It had seen limited use and seemed frozen in time. “There was a 1978 New York Times sitting by the fireplace,” Mr. Begasse said. “Everything was brand new. The appliances were yellow, but they were new.”
They bought the house for $125,000. It was assessed last year, with the same mustard yellow appliances (but without the newspaper – they regret having used it to start a fire), for $385,000.
The friends needed $25,000 upfront to secure the house. “At the beginning we didn’t know what to expect and whether the mortgage would kill us,” Mr. Begasse said, of their uncertainty about what they were getting into. “It was the first time I bought anything – a car or anything” he said.
“Our parents thought we were crazy,” Farina added.
Russ Baruh, a real estate agent in Lake Tahoe for the last 30 years, says he has seen similar second-home-first situations increase in his area in recent years. Last June, for instance, Mr. Baruh sold a 4 bedroom, 2 bath cabin on Carnelian Bay, the northern tip of Lake Tahoe, to an air traffic controller whose primary residence is a sailboat on San Francisco Bay. “People are making $100,000 to $200,000 and they’re renting because they can’t afford to buy in the Bay area,” Mr. Baruh said. “They buy here because they are looking for some tax relief and they love Tahoe.” Besides the tax benefit, he said, Tahoe real estate has been a good investment, yielding a “steady appreciation of 10 to 15 percent each year for the last three years.”
The air traffic controller is 43-year-old John Schulte, who has dabbled in a few real estate investments before he bought his Tahoe home last year but had never before owned a primary residence. Not counting the sailboat. “I’d rather live in a marina, where I want to live, than buy a home in some crappy area where I don’t want to live,” he said. Mr. Schulte bought his Tahoe home for $640,000—now, a year later, he figures it’s worth at least $700,000. “There is no bubble in Tahoe,” he said.
The Tahoe bubble did burst—a self-induced puncture—two years ago for second-home-first owner Chris Wiedenmayer, when he sold the A-Frame he bought as a single 20-something while renting in San Francisco during the dot-com boom in 1998. He sold the house that he bought for $260,000, for a considerable profit ($425,000) but regrets selling – he figures it’s now worth $600,000 and, he misses it. Now a primary home owner and working in commercial real estate in Denver, Mr. Wiedenmayer, now aspires to buy something in the Colorado mountains with his wife within the next couple of years but, he said, property is “very expensive to pretty much get nothing.”
Mr. Wiedenmayer’s Tahoe house incidentally, wasn’t expensive to furnish – essentials were provided by visitors in lieu of rent. “One guy bought a big screen TV,” Mr. Wiedenmayer, 33, said recently. The furniture, other than “new couches to bunker down in during the winter” was picked up secondhand. Another friend bought the blender and margarita glasses; another bought the Foosball table – Mr. Wiedenmayer later married her.
Back in Vermont, five miles up the road from Mr. Begasse and crew, in Londonderry, VT., Brian Murphy owns his second home, which happens to be his first home. Mr. Murphy, is a 34-year-old Yahoo account executive and Vermont house-share veteran who rents an apartment on Boston’s Beacon Hill as his primary residence. He bought his cabin in April 2005 after casually looking in the area for a few years.
Mr. Murphy, who is originally from the New York area [Fairfield County, CT], wanted to buy a Vermont house that was accessible from both New York and Boston – as opposed to northern Vermont or New Hampshire which tend to be skied by more Bostonians than New Yorkers – a design for a possible, eventual move back to New York. Mr. Murphy owns his first home – which happens to be his second home on his own and uses the house about two weekends a month, year-round. He often brings guests. “I’ve gotten a couple of free dinners out of the whole thing,” he said. “Someone gave me an Adirondack chair, which is kind of a nice thing,” he said, adding: “I should register on William Sonoma.”
Mr. Begasse, Mr. Sanzen and Mr. Farina formed a legal partnership agreement when they bought their Vermont house – or, what some might consider a recipe for disaster. In six years, there have been no fall-outs, divorces or legal skirmishes. There have been two marriages and two children – one of each for both Mr. Begasse and Mr. Sanzen, who are also founding partners in a Manhattan health care advertising agency and both have bought primary homes in the past year – but the three friends still share their Vermont home. All house members get along – so well in fact, that they’re planning to buy property in Puerto Rico together as well.
Initially intended as a ski house, the group started favoring the other seasons (even before the 2005-06 Winter of Rain). “In the summer you do a little fly fishing, sit in the hammock, take a hike, or shoot some shoes,” said Mr. Beggase, whose horseshoe-throwing footwear on this day was flip flops with a bottle cap opener built into the outsole. “A lot of thinking goes into shoes,” he said without irony, as he popped open a beverage with his flop.
The owners’ favorite weekend comes in August when they host a pig roast – “kind of a free-for-all,” Mr. Begasse explained. Friends (and friends of friends) pitch tents on land Mr. Begasse cleared with a rented excavator – about 50 people gathered for the last roast – a Porta-John was ordered to accommodate the crowd. “You’re in the middle of the woods and the land takes over,” Mr. Begasse said.
The first pig was prepared for significantly fewer people and weighed 35 lbs., Mr. Begasse said. “The last time, it was an 80-pound-pig.” The pig roast brings a lot of different worlds together, he added – including the pig, which is imported from Queens.
Just as the pig roast’s attendance is growing, in the next year or so a major house expansion project is in the works – doubling or tripling the size of the existing structure. “We don’t want it to be a share,” Begasse said. “We want everyone to be up there at the same time.” He added, “Our place is a communal, family place. And family isn’t blood, its friendship.”
After an afternoon of throwing horseshoes, the entire crew reconvened around their daylight bonfire (“I don’t know what it is but people burn stuff everywhere up here,” Farina offered). This activity, they said, is one of their favorites—“hanging.”
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