Newz: Crazy Appraiser Stories,
How to Do Regression, Resolutions
CHANGE YOUR TEMPLATES!!
January 2, 2026
What’s in This Newsletter (In Order, Scroll Down)
- LIA AD: Borrower Wants Answers Appraiser Can’t Give
- Off the Rails: Crazy Appraiser Stories
- Inside Pacific Palisades’ Most Expensive Home—a $39.5 Million Hilltop Marvel
- How to Build a Regression Model in Excel: A Guide for Real Estate Appraisers by Jim Amorin
- Why Resolve anything? By George Dell, MAI
- MBA, Fannie Mae see 2027 (and 2026) housing markets very differently
- MBA STATS – None This Week
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Off the Rails: Crazy Appraiser Stories
You’ve all got stories of crazy inspections: eccentric collections, mysterious apparitions, and unorthodox decor. Here are a few we found to be the most Buzzworthy.
Excerpts: Reflections
My assignment: a log home in the middle of the city. I go into the owner’s suite, and right in the middle of the room is this built-in whirlpool tub up on a pedestal with velvet steps leading up to it. The whole ceiling is just mirrors. I think, How am I going to deal with this? The owner is so proud of this custom owner’s suite they’ve built.
It isn’t something that the normal market would want, so it has a certain…market impact, let’s say. I handled it by cost to cure.
—Jared Preisler
Let That Sink In
When I was an appraiser trainee, I was tagging along with my supervisor on a packed day of about eight appointments. It was mid-January in upstate New York. Trust me when I tell you it was COLD. First appointment, 9am: we finished walking through the inside of the home and headed outside. I began walking around the back yard (tall winter boots on, of course) when I suddenly realized I was about three feet lower than I had been moments ago. I looked down to see brown, icy water pooling around my feet. I struggled to comprehend what was happening as my boots became completely submerged. Seconds later, the homeowner cracked the door open just wide enough to shout, “Watch out for the koi pond! It’s probably covered in snow!”
I spent the rest of the day wearing socks I borrowed from a homeowner and plastic bags stuffed into my boots, while a swampy smell permeated my boss’s car. Lesson learned.
—KWAppraisalGroup
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