- Joined
- Aug 17, 2004
- Professional Status
- Certified General Appraiser
- State
- Ohio
I'll tell this little vignette because I think its fairly humorous.
About four years back I had an appraisal on Cleveland's near east side, two blocks south of St. Clair around E 64th. I had trouble setting a time when the owner was in so I agreed to look at it at about 5 pm.
Since I was out that way earlier anyways, I took the exterior photos, measured the house and drove the comps at 9 that morning.
Now this was just before Thanksgiving so we had my son home for the holidays and my wife's cousin in from San Diego. Joey, the cousin's husband is a special agent for Customs and is always packing. Matt, as some of you know, is a career Seal.
Joey and Matt wanted to do some shopping that evening at Legacy Village so they tagged along with me till my inspection was done then we'd head east to the Apple Store.
They couldn't believe Cleveland's near east side. Matt said some of the bombed out parts of Fallujah looked nicer. When we pulled up to the house, I parked on the street and explained I'd be back out in about 15 to 20 minutes.
"Hey wait a minute," Matt said, "how about you leave the keys in the ignition and I'll get in the driver's seat just in case." Joey suggested I break out my CC 226 and leave it on the center console of my Suburban.
"Guys," I said, "half the houses are missing from this street. This car looks like DEA. Nobody's gonna mess with a car full of crackers."
When we got back that night, you should have heard them talk about the neighborhood and their harrowing experience.
About four years back I had an appraisal on Cleveland's near east side, two blocks south of St. Clair around E 64th. I had trouble setting a time when the owner was in so I agreed to look at it at about 5 pm.
Since I was out that way earlier anyways, I took the exterior photos, measured the house and drove the comps at 9 that morning.
Now this was just before Thanksgiving so we had my son home for the holidays and my wife's cousin in from San Diego. Joey, the cousin's husband is a special agent for Customs and is always packing. Matt, as some of you know, is a career Seal.
Joey and Matt wanted to do some shopping that evening at Legacy Village so they tagged along with me till my inspection was done then we'd head east to the Apple Store.
They couldn't believe Cleveland's near east side. Matt said some of the bombed out parts of Fallujah looked nicer. When we pulled up to the house, I parked on the street and explained I'd be back out in about 15 to 20 minutes.
"Hey wait a minute," Matt said, "how about you leave the keys in the ignition and I'll get in the driver's seat just in case." Joey suggested I break out my CC 226 and leave it on the center console of my Suburban.
"Guys," I said, "half the houses are missing from this street. This car looks like DEA. Nobody's gonna mess with a car full of crackers."
When we got back that night, you should have heard them talk about the neighborhood and their harrowing experience.