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.
I wasn’t allowed to express need, so I’ve spent life traveling alone
AUDIO: I might not love you if I don’t imagine that you’re perfect
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When will you admit that a constitution can’t control state?
Our inexplicable behavior ‘signals’ to the world who and what we are
Mark Bodenhausen was a principled libertarian, but he was an even better human being
Why do loving parents let schools teach kids to be conformists?
Get over it: There’s no media conspiracy against your beliefs