(Hope it’s not a headlight!)
Yesterday evening I walked Cassie past a foreclosed house a block to the west. The place has always been trashed: the people who lived there for years took pride in running it down, and so by the time they were tossed out, it was quite a mess. The “For Sale by Lender” sign has been up for several weeks.
Curious to look inside, I kicked the back gate open and found…lo! brand-new double-paned windows and Arcadia doors! A brand-new heat pump, merrily humming away in near silence. Through the windows, some of which still had the manufacturer’s plastic wrap clinging to the glass, I could see new cabinetry, appliances, and countertops in the kitchen. The house was tiled throughout with attractive Saltillos. A closer look at the structure revealed brand-new roofing, and it had a new paint job inside and out.
Dang! It looked pretty darned nice. Only things remaining to be done were to install a shade structure over a large patio slab, to revive the landscape, and maybe to put in a couple of shade or fruit trees. Since the grass is already pretty much dead, it wouldn’t take much to xeriscape the yard.
So I was standing in front thinking maybe I should consider buying that place, since it’s offered for significantly less than I could net on my house: it’s smaller (less work! lower utility bills!) and all the other houses around it are well maintained. Archie, the resident across the street, is a right-wing crazy, but that’s OK: for unknown reasons, he thinks I’m a right-wing crazy, too, so as long as I don’t disabuse him I’ve got a friendly neighbor. Pretty quick along came one of the other dog-walking regulars, a neighbor named Mike.
Mike knows what’s going on around the neighborhood, in extended detail. The house, he says, is in escrow: selling price is allegedly $260,000.
“That will pretty much set our prices for the next few years,” says he.
“Yup,” say I, knowing that now there’s no chance of escape.
Mike said the lender had put about $60,000 into the place. Some time back, Archie said he’d talked to the rep, and his story was that the upgrades cost $30,000. Assuming the tile floors were already in, I’d say thirty grand for the roof, air-conditioning, windows, and kitchen is closer to the truth.
Well. If the outfit that ended up owning that decrepit rathole fixed it up to this extent, maybe the same thing will happen with Dave’s Used Car Lot, Marina, and Weed Arboretum. Even a coat of paint on the outside would help: the place is a wreck. Right now the girlfriend has mounded the weeds she’s pulled during the past three or four weeks into a big haystack on the driveway. Somehow she manages to drive around the stack and park her car on the slab the between the closed garage and the stack—how, I can’t imagine. The garage, of course, is packed with junk, so there’s no way to get a vehicle in it. Take that back: about two weeks ago, Dave hauled away enough debris to get his pickup in there, but the mother of the new baby can’t put her car in out of the heat.
So maybe there’s hope: if a lender has to clean up a property to unload it, maybe the outfit that ends up with the Weed Arboretum will at least clear the brush and paint the tired (not to say “exhausted,” “debilitated,” or “comatose”) exterior. That would sure help a lot.
Mike has done a lot of renovating and upgrading on his house, another half-block to the west and dangerously close to the coming construction mess. Asked what he thought would be the effect of the train track project on our property values, he said he was disgusted when the City refused to give fair consideration to the residents’ request to turn the streets now opening onto 19th into cul-de-sacs but instead ramrodded its own half-baked concept past everyone’s objections.
During the construction of the trolley-car tracks, he said, our property values will drop significantly, and the foreclosure situation will drag values down further.(He’s calling it the “trolley”; I call it the “train”; no one who thinks the scheme is the biggest boondoggle to grace Arizona since the Freeway to Nowhere calls it by the City’s pet name, “lightrail.”) However, he has learned that neighborhoods near completed segments of the trolley-car tracks already are showing increases in property values. So, the folklore to the effect that trolley lines improve property values may contain a grain of truth.
We’ll see.
Anyway, I felt a little better about things after exploring the partially upgraded little house and imbibing Mike’s optimism. Maybe we’re not on a handcart to hell but on a roller coaster, instead. Roller coaster rides generally climb back up after they’ve gone down.