Dick Fuld’s $100 house

We knew the housing market was bad, especially in Florida, but you’d still think Dick Fuld would be able to get more than a hundred bucks for a house that cost him and his wife $13.75 million less than five years ago.

On Friday, Cityfile.com, a web site that bills itself as “a guide to the most notable and influential New Yorkers,” pointed out that back in November, while the collapse of Lehman Brothers was still reverberating throughout the world of finance, ex-CEO Fuld made time to transfer his Jupiter Island mansion into his wife’s name.

Today, the New York Times speculates about the nefariousness at play (though oddly gets the price of the house wrong):

It is possible that he is now transferring properties because of his fears of investor lawsuits or a possible bankruptcy, lawyers in Florida said.

“This is the oldest trick in the books” said Eric S. Ruff, a lawyer with Ruff & Cohen in Gainesville, Fla. “It’s common when you hear the feet of your creditors approaching to divest yourself.”

And then Bloomberg explains that, chances are, his wife didn’t even pay the $100:

“This is not a true sale,” said Laurie Delong, a customer service representative in the Martin County assessor’s office. “He more than likely quit-claimed this property over to her. That’s an instrument used when there’s no money involved.” Such transactions are typically done between family members for estate planning purposes or in the case of a divorce, she said.

The good news, for anyone in the market to buy a Florida get-away, is that there’s a house just down the road from the Fulds’ for sale. You can check out the full specs of the 5-bedroom spread here (in addition to the pool cabana, media room and elevator, it comes with “garages for three cars and a golf cart“). The asking price is $19.9 million, but now that we know what other places in the neighborhood are going for, maybe there’s room to negotiate.

Barbara!

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  • curmudgeon57

    It may be an old trick, but it rarely works. Of course, it doesn’t appear that we’re going after Fuld, at least not yet.

  • http://pacificgatepost.blogspot.com/ pacificgatepost

    BY ANY OTHER NAME, THIS IS DISRESPECT AND ABUSE, OF TAXPAYERS AND SHAREHOLDERS

    http://pacificgatepost.blogspot.com/2009/01/disrespecting-taxpayers-shareholders.html

    The White House and Congress continue with misguided policies, and incompetent distribution of taxpayer money.

  • banzai7

    HEY BANKER BUM
    (Aqua Lung, Jethro Tull)
    WilliamBanzai7

    Sitting on the park bench –
    eyeing little girls with bad intent.
    Snot is running down his nose –
    greasy fingers smearing filthy designor label clothes.
    Hey Banker Bum
    Drying in the cold sun –
    Watching as the frilly panties run.
    Hey Banker Bum
    Feeling like a lame leverage duck –
    spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
    Whoa, Banker Bum

    Sun streaking cold –
    an old young man wandering lonely.
    Taking time
    the only way he knows.
    Pride hurting bad,
    as he bends to pick a dog-end –
    he goes down to the Battery
    and warms his feet in the cold NY sun.

    Feeling alone –
    the army’s up the road
    salvation a la mode and
    a cup of bailout tea.
    Banker Bum my friend –
    don’t you start away uneasy
    you poor old sod, you see, it’s only misplaced Wall Street greed.
    Do you still remember
    The December’s foggy freeze –
    when the ice that
    clings on to your bonus beard was
    screaming agony.
    And you snatch your rattling last breaths
    with instant message sounds,
    and the flowers bloom like
    madness in the Bear market spring.

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