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Americans Divided on Real Estate Recovery

(Scottsdale, AZ) – Coke versus Pepsi. Republicans versus Democrats. Ginger versus Mary Ann.

You can throw the Real Estate recovery onto the list of great American debates.

According to recent polling* of consumer confidence by the Fallacy-Inclined Bureau of Statistics (FIBS), 59% of Americans believe that now is a “very good” time to buy a home. This represents the highest such percentage since 2006. On the other hand, 74% of Americans “strongly believe” that failure by Congress to raise the debt ceiling prior to August 2nd will derail the economic recovery and doom housing to the third ring of hell for all eternity.

Taken together, sampling indicates that consumer confidence in the Real Estate market is improving, but remains tenuous at best. While 52% of those polled “somewhat believe” that Real Estate values are likely to have bottomed out, 43% “somewhat strongly believe” a double dip in housing values is imminent due to inflation, stagflation, conflagration, alien invasion, Tina Yothers, tofu, Justin Bieber, Bigfoot, zombies or some combination of all.

97% “strongly believe” that the US is still within a hummingbird’s fart of The Great Depression.

For the 28th consecutive year, Admiral Ackbar believes “it’s a trap.”

Filed by Paul Slaybaugh, Disassociative Press.

*Phone survey of twenty voting-eligible US citizens who self-identify as Josiah “Jed” Bartlet supporters conducted between 1pm and 1:15pm PST on 4/20/11.

Margin of error: +/- 100%

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South Scottsdale Open House: Sunday (7/24)

South Scottsdale Open House: Sunday (7/24)

Like your home shopping casual and on your own time? Stop by our Sunday open house to see this vintage Hallcraft tri-level (basement) home. No pressure, no appointments, just a terrific home at a price that makes the salesman virtually superfluous. Even if you’re just looking for a cool place to escape the heat for a few minutes, stop on by for a bottle of water if you are in the area. But fair warning, if you are in the market for a 4 bedroom, 3.5 bath, 2360 sq ft home in a prime central location … you WILL buy this house.

Why: Because you need a house, and I’ve got the best one in South Scottsdale listed for sale!
When: Sunday, July 24th, 11am – 3pm
Where: 4001 N. 86th St, Scottsdale, AZ 85251 (Right there ↓)

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$229,000 – Vintage South Scottsdale Tri-Level Home For Sale
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Location: Park Scottsdale
Tired of short sales and foreclosures? This vintage Scottsdale basement home will cure you of market malaise. Situated within minutes of Old Town Scottsdale (downtown), the Loop 101 freeway, Sky Harbor Airport, ASU, SCC and, well, everything else you like about Scottsdale, the home has been meticulously maintained by the original owner. Boasting 4 bedrooms, 3.5 baths, bonus room and nearly 2400 square feet, this tri-level includes a new roof (2011), newer A/C (2004) and 2006 kitchen remodel. Priced to compete with the banks, but with the ease and confidence of a traditional resale home, why consider bombed out foreclosure wrecks and interminable short sales when you can get a timely response for a superior property? It’s the best of all worlds! Contact us today for your private showing before someone else takes advantage of this incredible value.
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Ray & Paul Slaybaugh
(480) 220-2337
Price: $229,000
Flexibility: Negotiable
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4001 N 86th St
Scottsdale, AZ 85251
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Bedrooms: 4 Bathrooms: 3.5
Year Built: 1971 Subdivision: Park Scottsdale
Lot Size: 7702 Sq Ft Garage Size: 2 Car
School District: Scottsdale Unified Square Footage: 2360
Agent Name: Paul Slaybaugh Broker: Realty Executives
MLS #: 4612513

Full Refrigerator
Sink Disposal
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Wet Bar
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Fenced Yard
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The Frankenstein House

The Frankenstein House

“Three fifty? Are you out of your freaking skull,” the rotund, little man bellowed beneath a reddening bald pate.

“You disagree with my analysis,” Maxwell Listers surmised. He was not unaccustomed to the question, though twenty six years of patient rebuttal had him rethinking the answer some days.

“You call that an analysis,” Ollie Meanders dismissed. “Even my senile mother in law could tell you this house is worth five hundred grand, and she thinks you can still buy a ticket to a picture show for a nickel.”

“I see,” Max replied, organizing the stack of comparable sales he had spent the past half hour explaining in excruciating detail. “Your mother in law would no doubt be swayed by the thirty two hundred square feet you claim to possess.”

“Damn straight,” Ollie confirmed, puffing his hirsute chest beneath an overmatched, crumpled white undershirt.

“Why, that three thousand square foot house one block over just sold for four eighty after all, and it didn’t even have a fireplace, did it,” Max agreed, leafing through his stack to the appropriate property listing.

Ollie stared at the agent with suspicion roiling in his beady eyes. He knew he was being taken for a ride, he just didn’t know where.

“Of course,” Max continued, “that was all original square footage …”

“So,” Ollie challenged.

“So original square footage is more valuable than added square footage,” Max concluded on cue, his silver hair lending more credence to the proclamation than the dirty blonde it had crowded out a decade earlier.

“What the hell is the difference,” Ollie pressed. “Thirty two hundred feet is thirty two hundred feet!”

The cords in Ollie’s sausage forearms rearranged themselves into angry knots beneath his taut, freckled skin.

“Think so,” Max asked, his arched eyebrows issuing a direct challenge.

“Well, sure,” Ollie sputtered. “Who cares … I mean, what does it, uh, matter if it, um …”

“Remind me, how many bedrooms do you have, Ollie?”

“Four,” the homeowner boasted, jutting his chin at the listing in Max’s hand. “Same as that one!”

“And did I miss the formal dining room somewhere when you were showing me around?”

“No,” Ollie said with slightly less confidence. “That’s where I added the fourth bedroom.”

“And how many baths?”

“Well … still just the one and a half,” Ollie admitted.

“How about parking,” Max asked.

“I, um, enclosed the garage to make the game room.”

“And this kitchen,” Max continued, looking about the small galley.

“Installed the granite counter tops myself,” Ollie crowed.

“And they are stunning,” Max allowed. “But does this room strike you as the hub of a thirty two hundred square foot home, or would you agree that it more closely embodies your home’s former life as a seventeen hundred square footer?”

“It might be a bit on the small side,” Ollie acknowledged. “But I converted the laundry room to a pantry for extra storage.”

Max scribbled something on a manilla folder marked “Meanders, Ollie.”

“These low ceilings ….”

“No, I don’t have the big, fancy vaults that some of my neighbors do,” Ollie ceded. “But do you have any idea how much it costs to cool that extra space?”

“And the back patio … wait. Where is the back patio,” Max asked, craning his sinewy neck to look past the homeowner.

“I enclosed that, too,” Ollie replied, slowly being sapped of his pugnacity.

“Ah yes, I see,” Max nodded. “That would explain the step-down and the funky slope to the roof line. A shame how it darkens the family room and eats up the backyard.”

“Should I put in some skylights?”

Max shook his head.

“You’d just be throwing good money after bad,” Max advised the crestfallen homeowner. “I’m afraid you have a Frankenstein house, Ollie.”

“Frankenstein house?”

“A Frankenstein house,” Max confirmed. “You took a perfectly good little home and created a monster – a big, sprawling octopus of a property, one incongruous addition at a time.”

“But the bigger, the better, right?”

“No, Ollie. Not necessarily,” Max corrected. “Your house doesn’t fit the needs or expectations of a larger family despite the raw square footage, nor does the new layout fit the single or couple to whom it would have originally appealed. You are stuck between buyer demographics. Homeseller Purgatory, if you will.”

Ollie buried his head in his hands.

“You just can’t juice a little house into something it isn’t,” Max added for good measure.

“All that work,” Ollie moaned. “All those trips to Lowes.”

“Wish you’d called me in sooner,” Max lamented. “Would have aborted Rosemary’s Baby here before it was ever conceived.”


“My apologies,” Max offered.

“Well,” Ollie breathed with a heavy sigh. “I need to move, but I’ve put way too much into it to sell it for three fifty. What do I do?”

Max took a moment to ponder their options.

“How’s your insurance,” he wondered.

“Insurance,” Ollie parroted with evident confusion. “Full replacement cost, why?”

“Fire bad,” Max suggested with a conspiratory wink.

The agent stood and lumbered out of the cramped kitchen with arms extended out in front of him like the monster fleeing an angry mob of torch-bearing villagers.

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