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

read mine, and I had the thought that a notice from the city, orange-clipped to your mailbox in the morning, has a way of producing a particular kind of reading stance regardless of who is doing the reading.

I did not go outside to observe.

I fed the dogs, started the coffee, and got on with the floor refinishing project that had been waiting in the continue reading …