Housing Market Predictions: We've Heard Them All, Except the One That Matters ... Yours!
Housing will not fully recover until 2012.  That is when the glut of backlogged foreclosures is expected to be phased out of the market.    Housing will recover by the end of the year.  Now that inventory has contracted to average levels for what constitutes “normal” regional markets in major metropolitan areas where prices have declined as much as 50% in the past three years, and month to month sales have steadily increased over the past six months, demand has realigned with supply to arrest the freefall in values.   The housing recovery began in early 2009.  Median price increases in

Bank-Owned Home = Bank-Controlled Transaction? Not On My Watch.
Without reasonable question, banks are in charge of the current Real Estate market here in Scottsdale and the greater Phoenix area.  Patently absurd low pricing of an overwhelming abundance of foreclosure and short sale listings dictates that financial institutions remain the bully of our local pulpit.  While we may lament this eventuality, we certainly cannot deny it without yielding hard-earned credibility.  Dominance in the marketplace, however, should not be mistaken for carte blanche to operate in a manner independent of obligation.Consumers, and their chosen agents by the transitive property, put up with a great deal when pursuing a distressed (be it phys

Waste my time ... please!
I have made light of purchasing reticence within this virtual nook.  I have assailed the inability of some to clear the hurdle that separates “browsers” from “buyers” in this ethereal cranny.  I have most likely made some fearful to ever step into my vehicle as a house hunter, lest they be tormented by the subconscious meter that ticks inexorably closer to the outlying fringe of my patience in their pursuit of a home.  The squeal of brakes at every red light reminiscent of the protestations of a creaky shopping window closing against its will to the mind’s eye.The truth of the matter, though, is as much as “

Goodbye, Little One
  Devastation is not accompanied by a swelling musical score.  The lights do not dim.  It is delivered not through the somber lips of grandfatherly concern.  It lays in wait within the Trojan horse of casual conversation.  So well concealed that a victim smiles into its benevolent face even as a fearsome blade is thrust deep into his solar plexus.  One wrenching twist and the dagger of fate retreats with another heart.  Go ahead.  Notch your post.  You got me good, you old devil, you.  It’s a victory wo