My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

deciding it had blown over, and tossing it back without much thought. That’s what happened in a neighborhood like this. Things moved. Wind was unpredictable. No reason to make anything of it.

Two days later, a towel appeared. And this time I stood there longer. Because wind moves things, but it doesn’t place them. Wind doesn’t lay a towel flat across continue reading …