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

The inspection was scheduled for Thursday. I had nine days.

I went inside and called Roger Bellamy. Roger was retired in Florida now, playing golf twice a week, and he picked up on the second ring.

“Daniel,” he said. “Everything all right?”

I explained the situation. There was a brief silence in which he appeared to be locating the fence in his memory.continue reading …