On New Year’s Day, Rob, Megan and I headed over to the dog park. The weather was just gorgeous, in the low 70s, a cloudless sky, and the park was crowded. While Rob and Megan played Frisbee with Noah and Nika, I sat with a group of the regulars.
Colleen, who is unemployed right now, used to work for a company that is hired by banks or owners of homes and apartments to remove furniture and anything else that has been left behind by the renters or previous owners. Many of these places are foreclosed homes.
But last year, a friend asked Colleen if she and their sons could do her a favor – empty out a multimillion dollar mansion. The friend couldn’t pay her because she hadn’t been paid by whoever had hired her, but told Colleen that she and her sons could keep everything they removed. So one morning, Colleen and her son drove their truck over to the mansion.
As soon as they drove up to the place, Colleen was blown away. This place was one of the sprawling mansions you see around here that usually belong to the movers and shakers in the equestrian community. But this place had belonged to a woman who owned a health care agency. “I walked into her bedroom, opened this tremendous walk-in closet, and just balked. Inside were stacks of shoeboxes that had never been opened, handbags that had never been used, clothes with the tags still in them. We removed at least 50 pairs of Loeffler shoes, dozens of Luis Vuitton handbags, Chanel suits.”
A pair of Loeffler shoes goes for between $200-$800. A Louis Vuitton handbag sells for between $800 -$1000. A Chanel suits starts at about $5,000. When Colleen started tallying up the cost of everything this woman had left behind, it was staggering. The Loeffler shoes alone were worth about forty grand. Then there were Gucci shoes and handbags… Colleen figured the woman had left behind about a hundred grand worth of goods. None of it had ever been used.
Then there were the furniture items – an exquisite dining room table, a set of sofas, the outrageously expensive alarm system….
“My God,” one of the women exclaimed. “You could’ve sold it all on ebay and made a fortune.”
“Nope. I sent most of the shoes and handbags to my niece. I kept the dining room table and the sofas.”
“She was a hoarder,” another woman remarked.
Colleen nodded. “Sure. But it went deeper than that.”
You sometimes read about stuff like this – Imelda Marcos and her 1200 pairs of shoes, for instance. But this seemed truly extreme. “Why did she leave all the stuff behind?” I asked.
Colleen shrugged. “She didn’t feel like moving it. Look, this woman was so wealthy that one afternoon she went shopping and in just a couple of hours, blew more than eighteen grand on clothes that she probably never wore. Pocket change to her.” Colleen tapped her temple. “Some screws loose.”
On the way home, I told Rob and Megan the story. I thought about what it night be like to have that kind of money, where eighteen grand is pocket change and you don’t look back as you drive away from a hundred grand worth of stuff you never used. Does it change you in some fundamental way for the worst? Or was this woman always like that and now she’s simply more so?
Here’s a list of the 50 most generous philanthropists in 2011. I hope these people outnumber the ones like this woman who never looked back.















