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

to wave at Daniel without there being a subtext behind the wave.

So I tried a middle path.

I went to the hardware store down the road, the kind of place that still smells like actual wood and actual dust and where the man behind the counter has clearly been doing this long enough to know what you actually need when you describe a problem. I bought a continue reading …