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

level, facing my yard like a small declaration of territorial rights. Each time I would take it down. Each time I would return it. Each time the pause before I acted got a little longer.

I called my sister in Denver one evening and told her the whole sequence. She found it funny, in the way people find things funny when they’re not the ones living inside continue reading …