[quote author="EvaLSeraphim" date=1218546799]Ok, I'll admit it: If I could make the mortgage payment on this house, I might consider it. First, it sits on a full acre(!), so you could make it your own compound even if it's in the hood. The house sets back far enough from the main drag to allow you to block a fair amount of the noise from the street. And while they have remodeled parts of the home, they haven't totally Irvinized it. The Greek statuary thing drives me nuts, though. I also find it odd that for all that land, they have not yet put in a pool, or appear to have left in a lot of the orange trees.</blockquote>
No seriously, you need to hang out in that hood to understand. If you zoom out on the aerial view you will see a shopping center at the corner of St. College and La Palma. There is a Stater Bros. there that used to be an Albertsons, and I worked at that Albertsons when I was in high school. About every other day we caught someone stealing something from the drunk a$$ guy shoving steaks down his pants (FYI, the steaks went in the trash after that), to the grandma with her grandson stuffing her purse full of Tylenol and Nyquil (she was arrested because she had a record and put up one hell of a fight).
Then there is this street called La Jolla around the way there. I remember seeing a listing in 2003/4 for house there where the agent actually disclosed the murder that happened there. Anyway, one Friday night the gangbangers of La Jolla decided they needed some beer, and thought that Albertsons would be a good place to get it. So as the manager and other box boy went to the back room to get the palette of paper towels to display, the gangbangers thought this would be the best time to get their beer with the female cashier and the skinny cracker box boy (me) left to attend the front. About three of them walked right up to the beer case and grabbed the suitcases (24 packs) of beer and hop over the turn aisles and out the door. Cracker box boy says hell no... and goes over there and knocks one gangbanger down, and knocks the beer out of one of the other gangbanger's hand and beer cans go flying all over the place. Next comes the fourth gangbanger running through the side door with his Rambo 9 inch knife with ivory wood like handle (yeah, I remember that knife in complete detail to this day), screaming come on motherf*cker come on. I back off, and he still takes a swing at me coming within an inch of stabbing my heart. The female cashier grabs me and pulls me back to protect me, while I say take what ever you want, hell pull your car around and I will help you load it.
Needless to say, the cops were there a few minutes afterwards (hat tip to Anaheim PD) with the ghetto bird flying overhead to try to find them. LOL, they were already inside getting hammered. I was lucky, the Ralphs in VP was hiring and I got a job there a month later. The only issues I had there were the stuck up RE agents that were bitter from the 90s bubble market.
Anyway, I know you are tough cookie, and you know I lived in the O, so I don't mind living in an area where it isn't so great but has redeeming qualities. But, this place isn't worth $850k with a pool, an electrical fence, five hungry Rottweilers, and a sniper tower with Bix manning it from 8pm to 8am with legal permission to kill. Hell... I am a part time resident of Anaheim now, and this area is way, way worse than most areas of Anaheim.
Heh... the one thing that redeems this area is Screech's, of Saved by the Bell, parents used to have a home in the area, and I saw him a few times there.
