One Million Dollars!

“One million dollars…” says Dr. Evil in one of the classic comedy lines of all time.  So full of irony because in his original timeline, prior to his hibernation for decades, one million dollars was an unimaginably large sum.  But in today’s dollars, even though its big money, it is a laughably tiny  ransom for saving the world.  In a world where student loan debt is in the trillions and a single stealth bomber costs over a billion, a million dollars is chump change in comparison. 

But strangely, not in the world of personal finance.  In this space one million dollars is still treated as a sacred cow.  It is considered enough, even more than enough, by most people to finance a rich life free from the requirement of ever having to work again. And what is so strange about that is that it has been a fixed quantity for decades, with no sign of being replaced.  In engineering we have a set of constants referred to as dimensionless numbers.  They are constants by definition, held in place by the very forces of nature and you can trust they will always have the exact same value in every equation in which they appear.  In the world of personal finance one million dollars has become this kind of constant. 

Why is this?  What’s the magic in a million?  The obvious explanation is we live in a numerical base 10 world and one million written numerically is very impressive.  $1,000,000 is an impressive number just to look at.  All those zeros and multiple commas!  Compare it to the other numbers we use most commonly.  A gallon of gasoline in Arkansas is $2.19, it probably costs more where you are but I’m sitting on top of an oil field.  A postage stamp costs $0.55, not that anyone writes letters any more.  A new Toyota Avalon costs $42,497 locally for the loaded, limited model.   The median house price in the US is only $200,000 by comparison.  So another possible explanation for the attraction to seven figures is that a million is much larger than the amount of money we ever handle in a single transaction.  I mean who buys five houses at one time? 

At my former job, prior to retirement I paid invoices over a million dollars every month.  Both the monthly electricity bill and the natural gas bills were over one million dollars.  When we added some new equipment to the plant it typically cost from twenty to one hundred and fifty million dollars to build.  I became a little numb to just what a million dollars meant because it was small change in the chemical plant world.

When I retired I was one of those  401K millionaires that everyone thinks are mythical.   I was in my 401K for about thirty years and often wasn’t allowed to contribute the legal maximum due to some federal back testing of our plan. I still accumulated quite a bit more than one million dollars due to my contributions and the growth of the mutual funds I invested in.  It made me feel like I was rich when I first saw on paper that I was a millionaire. 

After I retired slightly early and moved that money to Vanguard it became even more real.  Because of an idiosyncrasy in our retirement system, Wells Fargo had to write a check in Vanguard’s name and mail it to me for the entire balance of my account.  Then I had to mail the check on to Vanguard myself.  I don’t know if Wells Fargo and Vanguard just didn’t know how to play together nicely but whatever the reason that is what I had to do.  As a note of caution, that’s not the right way to do things.  You should go with a direct transfer from your 401K to an IRA when you retire.  If you accept the money yourself and do not reinvest it immediately you could become responsible for paying income tax on the entire amount.  That would be bad! 

 As long as I live I will never forget when I opened the envelope and held that check that represented thirty years of contributions and growth in my hands.  It was for the amount of one million four hundred thousand dollars!  It was hard to describe what that feels like, holding a million dollars in your hands, that you own.   I just stood there and stared at it for a few minutes.  I already knew I was a millionaire, I already knew exactly what the check would have written on it, but I was overwhelmed with the magic of holding a million dollars in my hands.  I almost let out a Dr. Evil sinister chuckle myself.

So I get the attraction of that number.  I felt it as I held that much of my own money in my two hands. And even though I had routinely signed off on much larger amounts at work this was different, this was my money!  It has been very real to me ever since that day four years ago.  In fact it started even earlier than that when my dad’s assets transferred to my brother and me.  That was also roughly a million dollars given tax free to each of us.  There is no joy in inheriting money from wonderful parents like mine.  But there is an awesome sense of responsibility when it comes to using that money wisely. Money that a strictly middle class couple saved and invested wisely throughout their frugal lives.  

I suppose you could say I have had two different million dollar encounters over the last ten years and they have taken something that is hypothetical for many people and made it quite concrete for me and my wife.  Maybe I should say three encounters because we also had significant after tax investments that amount to another seven figure plus account in addition to those two, as well as sizable Roth’s and regular IRA’s.  So in my position, unlike many, I don’t see one million dollars as a tremendous amount of money. Certainly inheriting that much did nothing to change my lifestyle or my financial independence which had already been adequately funded.  

To the lean FIRE crowd, those who can live on $2,000 a month, a portfolio of as little as $600,000 can safely fund their retirement, others feel comfortable with as little as $400,000 or even $250,000.  If they plan on earning some money after retirement, like me, then they can get by, perhaps, with even less.  In their economic value system one million dollars is huge. It is much more than they could conceive of spending unless they drastically inflated their lifestyle.  For a fat FIRE devotee who might perceive needing an annual income of $300,000 (I’m talking about you Financial Sam) a safe withdrawal rate would indicate that they need seven or eight million dollars, maybe even more if the stock market hits a prolonged cooling off period and bond rates stay low.  Those would gladly accept one million dollars but it would not impact their financial lives much at all.

All that is to say one million dollars is a very subjective concept. In today’s dollars it is significant, its even more than enough for many people.  But it is just a fraction of the goal for others.  However, there is another entirely different aspect to this fascination with this specific amount of money.  And that is time.  I’m an older guy, hate to admit that but it is true.  I’m the guy millennials think of when they say “OK boomer”.   I started my career decades ago, before cell phones or the internet.  You can imagine the changes I’ve lived through .  But one thing that hasn’t changed is that one million dollars was the touchstone for being rich back then, and it still is.

Think about that.  One million dollars holds exactly the same fascination for people today as it did fifty years ago.  And that is just plain weird.   Earlier I mentioned gasoline is selling for $2.19.  When I started my career it was selling for $0.65 a gallon.  Postage stamps cost $0.13 versus $0.55 today.  Today’s median house price of $200,000 was only $55,700 then.  Yet with those obvious changes in the cost of living from then to now how has the notion of being rich changed?  Nada, zero, zilch… It is still one million dollars.  We all seem to be like Dr. Evil in that respect, stuck in a time warp when it comes to what one million dollars is worth. 

 I think the writers of Dr. E’s line may have been very sly in hiding a nuanced joke inside of a joke.  The audience knows instantly that in the macroeconomic world, one million dollars isn’t all that and a bag of chips.  In fact it is laughable, hilarious to think of it as being an inconceivable amount of money.   But at the same time in our own microeconomic lives we think just that, one million dollars is infinitely capable of satisfying our every financial desire for the rest of our lives.  We can’t help it, it seems we have a mental block that prevents our minds from understanding an amount of money as large as one million dollars.  

We clearly get that inflation destroys value because we personal finance people are all about the time value of money, yet we don’t get it at all on an emotional level.  I was there back in those old days and I can assure you that one million dollars held exactly the same place in popular culture then that it does now.  And how crazy is that?  If gasoline and cars and houses all cost three to four times as much now as they did then, then why do we still hang on to one million dollars as the touch stone of prosperity?  Especially when you look at the value of one million dollars the year I left college and started my career.  One million dollars back then was worth four million dollars of today’s money.  But nobody uses four million as the magic money goal now, instead of one million.

I think it mirrors a lot of other societal changes.  Take grade inflation in our school system.  Kids are not smarter now, at least there is no evidence to say that babies are born with appreciably higher IQ’s now than in the past.  Yet in four year colleges approximately 15% of all class grades were A’s in the 1960’s.  By 2013 almost 45% of all grades awarded were A’s.  How do the number of A’s increase when the level of college preparedness drastically declined over the same period.  In the 60’s only the privileged and well prepared attended college while now, scholarships and financial aid have made college available to a much broader group of students, including many whose high school experience did not leave them well prepared.  Yet they are still making three times as many A grades?  Few would argue that the improved performance is real, instead most experts concede that what is real is grade inflation.  The reason seems to be due to a variety of social pressures on the teachers and institutions, which started as an effort to help Vietnam era male students avoid the draft,  and which have continued to erode the standards of excellence in higher education. 

In education it is easy to conceive of many reasons why teachers and universities might ease their standards over time.  “The customer is always right” is a truism for all business and higher education is a business.  The customers are the parents, and to a lesser extent the students who are paying for college.  And they want A’s, they want high grade points so they can attain good employment.  In fact it starts well before college.  High school parents and kids demand better grades to get into the college of their choice.  There is enormous social pressure to ease standards, as evidenced by the recent celebrity indictments over bribing officials to get into good schools. 

You might ask what does grade inflation have to do with real economic inflation?   Nothing really, that isn’t my point at all.  My point is that the attitude that drives grade inflation has everything to do with why one million dollars is still a thing.  The attitude that important goals have to be easier to achieve.  Because hard stuff is, well it is too hard.  Hard stuff leaves most people out, it makes more losers than winners and that just isn’t very nice.   It is why they do not keep score at T ball for little kids and  why something called a participation trophy even exists.  And don’t think I’m judging, I got a participation medallion for every marathon I ran, but only once did I receive a trophy for placing in my age class. So I’m not immune to the lure of easy goals.  I was proud of finishing all of those races even if I was never in contention for winning.  

So what does a million dollars really mean?   More than enough for many, just enough for others and nowhere near enough for the rest?  It is basically $250,000 to someone of my age because inflation has eaten away 75% of every dollar’s buying power during my adult life.  Yet it endures as a symbol of affluence and success.  A very interesting thought question is at what point will it dawn on enough of us that $1,000,000  can not continue to hold its place in popular culture?  Will it be when the median house price exceeds one million dollars?  That’s already close to happening in a few of the most expensive cities in the world. At some point, well into our future, one million dollars will not be remotely enough for even the most frugal person to retire with. Will that be the day that being a millionaire stops meaning anything?  And what will take its place then?

As usual I do not have any answers, I just like asking questions. I do think the million dollar standard has endured in part because almost anyone really could retire with much less than that fifty years ago, so it was a way oversized landmark back then.  Over time we’ve sort of grown into it as being a realistic amount to represent affluence.  Even today it is more than enough for most people, which is good because it is also way more than most people will ever have.  The concept had strong legs.  It is only recently when it has started to show its age and has begun to wobble a little.  I think it is a given that in another fifty years it will not hold the same place in our culture as it does today.    But for now, being a millionaire still represents a milestone of financial success.

What do you think about one million dollars?  Has it outlived its place in our culture as THE economic number?  

Have you ever projected what one million dollars will buy when you reach your planned retirement age? 

How can a standard that has dropped in value by 75% still be the standard? 

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New Decade, Totally New Life

    

Call it inspiration, as I read a half dozen or so other bloggers accounts of their last ten years I realized that my own story over that time period encompassed perhaps as many changes as theirs.  So I thought, why not join the parade and review those years in my life?

Ten years ago it was 2009 turning into 2010.  In 2009 AIG lost record amounts of money, Bernie Madoff confessed one of the largest Ponzi schemes ever and Sully landed his stricken jet in the Hudson River with no loss of life.  Michael Jackson died, General Motors filed for bankruptcy and medical marijuana became effectively legal as the federal government announced it would no longer prosecute those cases.  Alabama won the college football national championship, again.  

I was in my early fifties and was working as the lobbyist/government affairs VP for the same family owned company I had filled various rolls at for 24 years.  I had recovered from a brief funk when I had been moved from running the company’s operations to what I viewed as a less important regulatory role, with no change in pay.  But I was finding I enjoyed commuting from Arkansas to the state capital and the nations capital in DC to work for better regulations for my industry.  I was already beginning to appreciate that the lobbyist lifestyle was very easy compared to running a large chemical complex where I was on call 24x7x365 and always tethered to my phone.   I was financially independent but had not yet recognized it.  Both my mother and my father were still alive and living in assisted living quarters.  My son was out of college working as an engineer, my middle daughter was in engineering classes at the state university and the youngest was graduating from high school. 

That’s a completely different world than my current reality.   Now my youngest child not only completed her bachelor and masters degrees but has had four different jobs at four different universities working as an academic specialist in their athletic departments.  My middle daughter has two engineering degrees and has worked for years as a state regulator.  My son left engineering, went to medical school and is now a medical doctor.  We are now totally empty nesters and all three kids are off our payroll!  And I retired slightly early four years ago.  I’m a blogger now too, for most of the last four years.  

Ten years ago I was a faster runner and was running two marathons each year.  In fact my personal best marathon finish time was in my fifties.  Now my knees are not in favor of runs longer than ten miles.  My slightly older than me wife is training for her next marathon right now though, so one of us is still in the game. Ten years ago we were hiking to our first waterfall on my wife’s birthday, this year we hiked to number 120, the final falls in our state exactly ten birthdays later. In that time we lost both my parents and my wife’s.  We inherited a million dollars which we invested, because we were already debt free multimillionaires and already had a paid for house.  

At work I got to experience the second time our company would sell, this time to a large Fortune 500 corporation.  The new  management team had known me for a long time and they put me back in charge of the company operations again, which I have to admit was a lot of fun, at first.  I was awarded Fortune 500 sized stock awards and bonuses for the first time in my career and it began to become clear to me that unless I was just working for fun there was no longer any reason to work for money. 

After a couple of years I felt like there wasn’t anything new to do at work that I hadn’t done or wanted to learn about.  So for the first time in my life I stopped loving my job and decided I should go.  And so I retired four years ago.  I did engineer my retirement enough to get a significant amount of extra cash on my way out the door.  Nowhere near as much as Financial Samurai, but I’m not nearly as clever as he is so I think I did pretty well considering.  Plus I maintained a friendly relationship with my former employer which has helped earn me another $500K over the last four years as a consultant for them and others.  Since I’ve only worked one and sometimes two days a week that’s pretty decent income.  

My net worth, well I wasn’t recording it ten years ago.  I was a multimillionaire before I inherited the extra million and my net worth has gone up about $350K in the last year but I still am reluctant to publish exactly what I’m worth.  A couple of friends have figured out who I am and I’m afraid eventually more will and I’m just not wanting that information widely known by locals.  I think about half the people I know would be shocked that I am worth as much as I am and the other half would be shocked because they think I have much more than I do. But my friends come from wide ranging economic environments, from paycheck to paycheck types to honest to goodness real billionaires with jets and islands and all the stuff you see on reality TV.  

My daily life consists of running, tennis, pickle ball, fishing, consulting, running a college board and a charity board, travel, church, blogging, family and friends.  With new work hours of only about eight per week and volunteer work taking about another eight to ten hours I now have about four or five free days a week worth of time.  So far it hasn’t been hard to fill up with things I enjoy.  

So how is life now versus ten years ago?  I’ve got much more time that I control, and much more money. As a contractor I do not answer to anyone directly and set my own work schedule.  Every year at this time I decide if I want to sign up my clients for one more year of my services.  I haven’t decided that yet for 2020, but probably I will.  But there is no stress over the decision, it is kind of a coin toss because I do not need the money. 

 Today the morning four mile run was the same as ten years ago, except for being slower. After that though its all a new rhythm. I cooked breakfast for my wife and myself and I started blogging while she drove to a neighboring city to play tennis. It is almost noon and I’m still in my robe after my shower! Ten years ago I’d have been at work dealing with so many problems. Now, not so much.

I’m older now, and I can feel it in my bones.  I don’t care how much you work out, when you hit sixty you can literally feel your system starting to fail.  Joints, muscles, even reaction time is slowing down and while you can fight a strategic retreat there is no winning over aging, it is inexorable.  I can still do anything I could do in my younger years, from tearing down extreme ski slopes to pulling myself up cliff-like hillsides by tree roots.  But I can see the day coming when I won’t be able to.  A day when a flight of stairs may seem insurmountable.  I’m not there yet, not even close,  and I will not go there without a fight. But nobody wins in the battle against time. 

Ten years ago I had been married 31 years, now it is 41.  I think our strong marriage is nothing but stronger now.  We have so many shared hobbies and also ones we do apart with other friends. It is a good balance and I think you had better have a lot of fun together if you plan to stay married for life.  There are plenty of stressful things in marriage and family and without shared fun times I’m not sure how people could make it.  

Ten years from now I hope I’ll be posting something like this again.  I’ll be in my seventies and I currently play tennis with guys older than that, guys who still hike and fish.  I am pretty sure I’ll be like them and will still be doing most of what I do now, a little slower and more carefully.  But it is sobering to think that ten years after that I might not even be alive.  Or if I am alive in my eighties I might be severely limited in what I can do physically or mentally.  And ten years after that?  I don’t really even want to go there in my mind.  But who knows?I saw a local guy died this week who was 110 years old.  I’d have to live another fifty years nearly to survive to his age, so anything is possible.  

What has changed over the last ten years for you?  

Are you satisfied with your job or your retirement over the last ten years or do you feel a need to make a change? 

Can you project out to a day ten years from now?  How old will your kids be?  Will you still be working? 

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