Today while perusing the , I decided to check the . Total number of listings (greater Flint area): 1745, listed on 175 pages at ten properties per page. I sorted from lowest to highest price. Now guess how many pages I had to go through before I hit the six-figure price level--no, seriously, go ahead!
Eighty-eight. The first $100K property occurs on page 89. Wow.
That's 88 pages, or 880 properties, most of them having a 2 or 3 bedroom house on them, for UNDER $100K!

Take this on Bagley Street, which is near the university and very close to where I used to live (nice tree-lined streets with mostly well-kept older homes, well at least 25 years ago it was like this): $27,500 (less than a new H3 Hummer!!!). Can you even imagine what this exact same house would be listed for if it was in, oh, Ballard? Oh, check out the picture of the back yard with the shed on the left--look carefully underneath the overgrown tree on the right--I think that's a real, live deer!
Now to state the obvious, Seattle is not Flint and I don't think we'll ever see the same level of urban disaster here as now exists in Flint (well, not until after the next BIG quake, like the one which rocked the whole Pacific coastline from N. CA all the way to Canada in 1700). However, if I were to obtain a flux-capacitor-equipped Delorean and travel back to 11/12/85, and were to tell folks living in Flint that in 20 years their property values would drop by 50-75%, they would stare at me in disbelief, the way that some perma-RE-bulls around here do if you dare to suggest that somehow values could actually go down in Seattle.
I haven't been back to Flint since 1990, where I attended the graduation of my class (I told them I would but they didn't believe me, since I had moved back to my home state of WA to finish college at WSU). From looking at the satellite maps, I can see that most of the Chevrolet complex adjacent to the university (where the small-block Chevy motor was designed, tested, and built for decades, and where some of the major sit-down strikes of the late 1930s occurred) has been razed, with only the faint outlines of the building walls left. It's kind of depressing, really. And you can bet that countless people who lived there over the years have all told themselves at one time or another: "it can't happen here."
