My wife and I were looking for a house in the midst of all of the kerfluffle in '04. Found one in the city that her parents lived in, not too far from them. Had a fireplace, and a nice sleigh-riding hill 40 feet from the front door, too. I wasn't sure if we'd be able to afford it, especially when the seller didn't want to take an asbestos-clad furnace out of the basement. So, we didn't do it. Looking back at that, it's a good thing we didn't. The property taxes in that city would probably dirve us out.
'Course, I could have been a DUmb**** and gone for it, too. That's not how my parents brought me up.