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

up, stretched between two fence panels like a sail, catching the October light, blocking part of my view of the yard I mow every Saturday and pay taxes on every year.

I stood there long enough to finish most of my coffee. Then I went inside, refilled the cup, and came back out. The sheet was still there. Of course it was. Sheets don’t move on their continue reading …