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“A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.” - Oscar Wilde

Monday, December 6, 2010

Obama Estate Tax - Bad for Me?

Today Congressional Republicans announced what they most wanted out of first-term Obama - an extension of the Bush tax cuts.  But should it all be viewed as bad from Obama's perspective? Well, he gets essentially what he's been looking for too - finally some traction in Congress, and he gets a time limit on the wealth benefit (yes I'm willing to call it that, and not a death tax).

Wait, don’t I oppose a higher tax rate on the richest?  Shouldn’t I, as one of the lucky few to have something scrapped together here on planet earth, want to keep my own hard earned riches, and my clients to keep theirs? The thing is, when planted most finally in the ground, I’m not really going to care.  Yes, perhaps it’s easy to say this not having children – but my experience shows that, by and large, the spoils of the most fortunate often do not spread to the benefit of future generations in the way many on the right imagine.

And are the dollars best spent in private or public hands?  That’s the essential question.  There is plenty of waste in government these days, always has been.  But I’d have to say, with the devoted descendential hording I observe among the select set I encounter, there is not a strong argument for a better economic stimulus either way.  My guess is it just depends on whom you prefer to see doing the hording.

Yes true, it’s my job to keep things from getting into public coffers as best I can.  People pay me - well I might add - specifically to do this. Yet to a certain extent, the higher the marginal rate, the greater the incentive on my clients to hire me to work some magic.  So I have a vested interest, you could say, in either outcome.

But you could also say, akin to the ancient greek anchisteia- the extended family who inherited the estate of a man who failed to have or adopt a son – I feel a certain kinship with the greater public, both a right and a privilege in passing along what should be passed on, to whom it should. So says a man who cannot pass on to the few - here here to the many.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Beneath a Brother

A client of mine recently passed away and gave the bulk of his fortune to his charity, and through various instruments, to trusts designed to allow his nieces and nephew (he was childless) to have sufficient funds available for college and their early professional careers.

After accounting for things properly attributable to such, the bulk of his personal possessions went to his sister, who expected to run through them for personal memorabilia and give the rest to charity.  This included, she thought, one of the tattered rugs in his library that sat just beneath one of his favored leather reading chairs, a faded red and brown lined pattern escaping from beneath and disappearing underneath a larger area rug in the room.



Lo and behold, the rug turned out to be Navajo, and not just any Navajo creation.  Upon consultation with an appraiser, it was determined to be a "second phase" rug dating from the mid to late 1800s.  Slowly it dawned on her - this was no casual purchase, but one her brother must have brought back from a three month long sojourn he took in eastern Arizona in the late 1950s; apparently today it could be valued as highly as $20,000. She had never thought to note it and ask how he had come by it, and regrettably it was too late.

And to think in discussing the room we almost didn't bother to check, thinking the old leather chair itself might have been the thing to value!

BB

Thursday, June 17, 2010

A Cornas...

Always a fan of Rhone wines, we had opportunity last month to take a sipping visit in.  Flew into Paris on the Friday morning for two nights of museums and decadent meals, a jumper night in Lyon, and then headed out via coach to the dreamed-of local, the valley of Burnt Earth, the Rhone-Cornas, where broad fields of Syrah grapes greeted us.

We checked in at the charming Citotel Cote Sud along the central line between Saint-Peray and Granges. The pilgramage was to the Jean-Luc Columbo tasting room at his Centre Oenologique des Cotes Du Rhone in town.  There an energetic lass took Maria and myself under her wing to educate us on the fineries of terrior.

My favorite was a Les Ruchets Cornas 2007, a ruby red concoction with a hint of a mulberry florals.  We tasted a few in selecting our own case for shipping home - ah, the decadent joys!

We also traveled for the day a bit down the road to Rasteau for some tasting, including a wonderful Cancarot 2009.  A night back to Paris and home again it was.

BB