807 47th St, Oakland, CA 94608 | MLS# 40894414 | Redfin
This home is popular. It’s been viewed 68,400 times. Tour it before it’s gone.
Price in the ominous year of 1984? $54,000
Price now in Oakland’s Brave New World? $800,000 in 2020
807 47th St, Oakland, CA 94608 | MLS# 40894414 | Redfin
This home is popular. It’s been viewed 68,400 times. Tour it before it’s gone.
Price in the ominous year of 1984? $54,000
Price now in Oakland’s Brave New World? $800,000 in 2020
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Honestly, that seems like it was excessive for that property even back in 1984.
Well, it was new then but since then it has been overrun by owners and renters who were not, shall I say, of the first water.
That certainly doesn’t help. But just the size and postage-stamp plot would have kind of limited the value. Of course, I live in suburban Philadelphia, where that price would have probably gotten a second story and a third of an acre back then. I suspect California prices, much less Oakland’s, have been pretty out of control for a long time. The 21st century is just stretching to redefine absurdity.
My ignorant, knuckle-draggin’ town in the deep south demolishes stuff like that, either with owner’s consent or using public domain.
BillH is right. That thing is not saleable and is in violation of numerous codes, several pages worth, at least. It’s up to 92k views now, at 8:30pm.
I looked the address up on the map. Holy fuck. How do people live that way? Lab rats! All clustered together like that. One breaths out so that the next can breath in and nobody gets to breath at the same time. I zoomed out, and out, and out, and no matter it was all the same – a pacific of people, stacked up like cord wood. What mental condition brings people to that point?
Here, in the Pennsylvania hustings, this would be considered a property “demolition by neglect” worthy. And torn down.
I know what you mean, ghost. I couple of months back I drove from Laguna to Chico up, for the most part, the coast road. But then I decided to avoid the Bay Area and its congestion by cutting back behind the mountains thrugh the far side of what used to be the town of Walnut Creek. I soon discovered that the cancerous growth of the Bay Area had metastasized over the hills surrounding the west of SF bay and flowed thickly out BEYOND Walnut Creek. A pacific of people indeed.
I think you mean the hills East of SF Bay out towards Walnut Creek. Which used to be a nice town back 10-15 years ago but traffic and draconian parking regs have made it unliveable. I avoid it like the plague. Further east is Concord, a town of over 120,000 and the largest in the East Bay. Traffic in general in the East Bay has gotten worse every year and with BART continuing to be a disaster many are forced to commute via car. 680 is generally a parking lot during rush hour. There are a few nice places to live in the East Bay but I’m not telling…too many people already.
Can you say “That’s INSANE”, boys and girls? Yes, I KNEW you could.
Quarter million bucks would buy you a pretty nice place on a private golf course in Kansas. Closest neighbor to the west across two fairways is well over 200 yards. Architects made it so that houses on either side of my perimeter have their back decks out of view from one another, using offsets and angles. Very clever. Sunsets are so spectacular that words would not do them justice. The weather here is very nice two weeks in the spring and two weeks in the fall.
Is life there as corny as Kansas in August?