My Neighbor Parked On My Lawn And Faced A Priceless Surprise

were several inches deep. The ruts had become channels, and the channels had become a network of soft, waterlogged earth that held the tires with the patient, indifferent grip of a substance that does not know or care about neighborly disputes.

At six, I woke to the sound of an engine.

I pulled on a robe and went to the window.

Sheldon was inside the continue reading …