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

are rules,” she said. “Maybe next time you’ll think before breaking them.”

“Good morning,” I said, and got in my car.

The drive to work was not entirely calm. The irritation was there, specific and cold: the feeling of having done nothing wrong and having someone use official channels to make you prove it. The complaint was not about the fence. The fence continue reading …