Copper pipes

We own a house in Pittsburgh that we’ve been trying to sell for the last year or more. Last winter in a cold snap, the pipes burst and caused a lot of damage.
So we fixed everything with the coordination of Tod’s father, Pete, then spruced the place up, fired the manager/realty agent who had let the pipes burst and got it an aggressive agent to sell the house. But with the subprime crisis, the house hasn’t sold and has stood empty all year.
This morning I woke to find an e-mail from Pete telling me that someone had broken in and stolen all the copper pipes and wires in the basement. Great. More stuff to have repaired.
This makes me sad and angry. I love the house but I want it out of my life. I can see why absentee owners are considered a bad thing. I hope that I am soon not one.
Anyone want a charming 1930s bungalow?