Wasted Time, or Not?! (the conclusion)

before you read this, if you haven't read the prequels, click here

I apologize to those of you that have been waiting for me to continue this story.  To be truthful, I had to take a long break from the whole situation to get back on the right track.  This whole chain of events threw me off completely.  I'm back, and here's the rest of the story:

We left off with Randy questioning me about my sign in the yard of the home that he & his wife had just moved into, as tenants.  His voice seemed weak, confused, and angry all at the same time.  I could also tell that he didn't trust the person on the other end of the line, me.  I took his phone number & told him that I would keep in touch with him to let him know what was happening.  I felt really bad, as I had no answers for the questions he was asking me.  Even if I knew the answers to these questions, I had no business telling him, one way or another.  I don't know if that makes sense, but I'm a Realtor & not an attorney.  Bottomline, these were some serious legal issues arising.  Problem is, being that this was as new to me as it was to all of these people, I just did what I knew how to do best.  I did what I could to help.

As soon as I hung up with Randy, my phone rang again.  This time, it was a female on the other end.  Another tenant.  For this story, we'll call her Mrs. Buhner.  Mrs. Buhner and her family had been living in their home for about 3 months.  They lived in a part of Puyallup called South Hill.  She said that the owner of the home, Edgar, had given her my number.  It seems that he hadn't told her what was going on, only to call me.  The first thing she asked me was why she should trust Edgar or myself.  Again, I had no answers.  I told her that I had seen the Deed, confirming that Edgar was the legal owner.  I also told her that I am a licensed Realtor and have quite a bit to lose if I'm being deceptive.  Regardless, she begins to tell me of all the issues she has had with the house & with Bad, LLC.  It seems that the home she is renting is in a gated community, though they were never given a gate code.  When the sales rep had shown them the home, they had to sit outside the gate and wait for another car to go through, so they could follow it in.  GHETTO!  So, for the past three months, her family has had to do the same thing.  Sometimes, they would have to sit and wait for more than two hours.  What's more, the dishwasher & the washing machine broke.  When they called Bad, LLC to see about getting these repaired, this is what they were told: "Go ahead and replace the broken equipment, forward us the bill, and we will reimburse you."  Riiight...

So, I took Mrs. Buhner's contact info and told her the same thing that I had told Randy.  Then, Chris called me.  Same story, different house.  Then Mrs. Cora, but she had a different story, kind of.  She actually lived in a home owned by Mr. Bad.

She had read a short blog post of mine asking if anybody had ever heard of Bad, LLC.  Read it yourself, as you may wish to read some of the comments that some of the other victims have left.

So, she didn't know who to make her rent payment to.  She also wanted me to tell her what the "heck" was going on.  Once again, questions for which I had no answers.  Now I officially had a "list" of people involved.  Better start keeping track. 

Eventually, I had four properties listed, with more coming.  This may be my year, right????  Wrong, at least not because of this travesty.  Regardless, I'm smack dab in the middle of a tidal wave.  Over the next couple of weeks, I gather info, market properties, and learn everything I can about short sales, straw borrowers, and the ethics involved with these issues.  At one point, my broker stopped me to ask me, "What are you, a private investigator?"  "Huh?", was all I could respond with.

She had also informed me of some information she had learned at a class that day.  Investment properties could not be sold as short sales.  She also stated that the instructor had talked about a scenario very similar to the one I was dealing with.  In fact, she actually thought that the instructor was talking about "my scenario".  She wasn't.  I asked for the phone # of the instructor, called her, and changed the direction I was moving immediately.  We'll call the instructor Mrs. Piniella.  Mrs. Piniella listened to my story and gave me one bit of advice.  Disconnect my name from everything going on with these properties, and RUN! RUN! RUN!

I took her advice and RAN! RAN! RAN!

The only involvement I find myself in now is an occasional hit on my blog, usually another victim of Bad, LLC. 

Oh, as far as ALL of the victims that I had already been speaking with:  I called all of them immediately upon taking my name out of the middle and set up a one-time meeting at my office.  At the meeting, which only two of the tenants found time to attend, I had some info on what to do next, who to contact to report all of this, and told them that this was my final act.  I let them know that I am interested in the outcome, but can do them no good by keeping myself in the middle of it all.  My hope was that they knew I did all I could and could do no more. 

The End!

The Market Pulse of DuPont 6.16.08 to 6.22.08

Here is the second edition of the Market Pulse of DuPont.  The numbers displayed here represent what has happened over the past week.  On last weeks report, there was a typo in the "total pending" column.  Where the sum of all says '75', it should have actually read '25'.  I apologize for that & will make every effort to always display accurate information.  Enjoy!

Open Letter, To ALL of Our Armed Forces!

This is an open letter, directed at all of our Men & Women in the Armed Forces.  Well, except to the slackers, like I was.  Let me get something out of the way.  I will NEVER pretend to know what you are going through or what you've already been through.  I am a Vet.  But, not at all like you.  My time was served during a time of peace.  Yours is not.  I wanna share a story with you.

I haven't had access to post since I left the Navy in 1999.  So, I have't even gone to post in almost 10 years.  Yesterday, I was heading to the shoppette on Ft. Lewis.  A buddy of mine is an army wife.  He rode with me, in my car that is stickerless.  We were, obviously, turned away at the gate.  But, before we could turn around, a couple of police cars came screaching through.  The gate-keepers ran over and opened a special gate for them.  Directly behind them were two Harleys.  Behind the Harleys, 5 buses full of "You".  Man, if I wasn't supposed to be there at that moment to witness all of you...   I know where all of you just returned from, though I know nothing of the place.  Seeing those buses made all of your sacrifices that much realer for me.  Thank You for allowing me to share that moment with you, Thank You for your service, and Thank You Thank You Thank You!

Most Sincere,

Corey W. Feldon 

DuPont City Wide Yard Sale, an Open House, & a BBQ!

The MARKET PULSE of DuPont(first edition)

As this is the first edition of The MARKET PULSE of DuPont, it will only get better.  What I need is your feedback, your ideas, and basically what you would like to know.  Afterall, I am interpreting the market for You.

Test Your IQ #2, and Zana Kanyaa

Ok, Test Your IQ #1 stumped EVERYONE.  I'll give ya a couple more days to ponder that one.  In the meantime, here's another for your gourd:

What is the next logical number in this sequence?

3,7,10,11,12,? 

Test Your IQ #1

In an effort to provide some off topic matter to this blahhhhg, I will be filling the voids between market updates & listings with posts to include some IQ Testers(such as this one, as you'll see below), some of my personal photography & maybe favorites of others, some of my "poetry" written during the years when I suffered from Hypergraphia, and who knows what else.  Enjoy it, comment on it, and pass it all on!

The first IQ Tester is:

This is my old telephone number.  What does it remind you of?

(314)159-2654 

Why Live in DuPont? Here's Why!

Today, I walked around town & knocked on random doors.  At the homes that people answered, I posed this question:

What is it about DuPont that you like, and that people contimplating moving to DuPont should know?

The answers where varied, but very similar.  Here are a few:

"The convenience is unmatched, especially for military & prior military persons." -Skip

"The neighborhoods are so lovely!  The convenience & proximity to everything is wonderful.  We could use a grocery store though." -Mrs. Stone

"My favorite part of DuPont is the neighbors." -G. Smith

"The master planning of the entire community is so nice.  I think that they did such a wonderful job with it." -Anonymous

"I really love the community closeness.  Being mostly military, we all pretty much know eachother." -E.J.

"The cleanliness." -Sara

"I really like the planning of the entire town, in regards to the residential side & also the business areas." -Anonymous

"I love DuPont because there are LOTS of families with children & DuPont really is built for families to do things together." -Kristen

"It's just a great place." -Lee

"My favorite part of DuPont would be the schools for my children." -Phil

"It's safe." -Yuko

Neighborhood Watch Newsletter for May 2008

Monday Morning Buy Sell Sheet, for May 5 - May 11