My Neighbor Called the City Over My Fence, but the Inspection Ended With Her in Tears

coffee getting finished and then replaced. The fence stood at six feet, exactly, as it had stood since 2003, holding the boundary between two properties with the uncomplicated certainty of a thing built correctly and left in peace.

This, I thought, was what a street was supposed to feel like.

Not the absence of history or difficulty. Not the pretense continue reading …