The HOA Fined Me for Swimming in My Own Lake, But They Had No Idea I Knew How to Expose Every Dirty Record

arrived with a county inspector named Randy Morrison, who had a clipboard, misplaced confidence, and a cheap cologne fighting a losing battle against his own sweat.

“Anonymous complaint,” Karen said brightly. “Commercial fishing operation.”

“I stock trout for myself,” I said.

Randy slapped his clipboard against his leg. “If this is an aquaculture facility,continue reading …