I was in the back yard with my dog, Lucy, this morning when I started reflecting on the effects of a fence between one of my neighbors and me. More importantly, it made me think about the lack of a fence between another neighbor and me.
Ever since I’ve lived here, there’s been a fence separating me from the guy in the back. I’ve met him. I speak if we both happen to be outside. But that’s about it. There’s no fence between a neighbor on the side and me. They’re nice enough folks. We speak if we both happen to be outside, but there’s nothing else between us, good or bad.
But with the neighbors on the side, there have been minor irritations over the years. Someone who lived with them for awhile parked on the grass next to the street, frequently letting much of his car end up way over on my grass. It didn’t really make any difference. I wasn’t using it anyway. But it was my yard, not his, so it bugged me.
A haunting question: ‘Where is love now, out here in the dark?’
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If ‘bigots’ can lose their rights, will your rights be next to go?
Serious medical issue will limit
Why are churches only talking about freedom as it relates to abortion?
Becoming who we’re meant to be is the hardest battle of our lives
Why am I disappointed in others, when my secret sins lay hidden?
FRIDAY FUNNIES (for Christmas)