I have viewed and sold so many homes with dual pane windows that have failed. 
The clear, or should I say unclear, indication is fogged up glass. When you try to clean them, you quickly realize that there is moisture trapped in between the two panes, hence the window has failed. Most inspectors will tell you that this does not diminish the effectiveness of the window, rather it just looks ugly. And typically the remedy is replacing the glass or the 
window, which can be costly.
I ran across an article/ad regarding a newer technology, whereby they can de-moisturize and repair the window by just drilling to small holes in the corners. Sound great if it actually is legitimate.
Has anyone out there utilized this technology? And more importantly, does it work? If so, this would be a great innovation to all those failed windows out there.
Enjoy,
Keith Klassen – Real Estate Broker
916.669.9030
KeithAKlassen@gmail.com
for distinctiveness or convenience of locale, people should spend a good amount of time getting a feel for where they are buying and what they are buying into. When I purchased my first home in Sacramento, I knew that I was not just buying a house, but a neighborhood too. I just had a gut feeling that my little East Sac. home and neighborhood was a winner, even though I did not know much about it. However, I found out, over time, the people no my street kept to themselves and were a bit cold. At the first meeting of my direct neighbor I said, “Hey, we’re thinking about having a BBQ to get to know everyone on the street. I’ll let you know when we plan it.” She quickly replied, “Oh, we won’t be coming to that.” I was speechless. “Uhhh, okay. I guess I’ll see you around.” I couldn’t believe it!
I’ll never forget the first woman I spoke with… “Are you looking to buy that house?” the neighbor asked. “Yes, we are in contract,” I replied. She went on to introduce herself and tell me all about the neighborhood. The former owners told us that they were saddened to leave because they’d grown so close to their neighbors. The evening we finally got everything moved in, our neighbor across the street brought us freshly baked cookies and apologized for only bringing a particle ½ gallon of milk! The next day a man from down the street dropped off brownies he made for us. A few weeks later our other neighbor gave us a bundle of kindling for fire wood. After only several weeks I knew we had move onto a unique and special street.
