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

else’s use, without ever being asked.

My friend Mark came over for a cookout one afternoon and gestured at a pair of socks hanging over the fence with his bottle.

“When did you get into the laundry business?”

I laughed. But later, after he left, I sat with how much that small comment had bothered me, not because it was harsh but because it acknowledged continue reading …