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.
The plan sounded fair at the time, but why did I pay for everything?
Let’s reconnect with each other, not fall into dystopian Metaverse
Why are churches only talking about freedom as it relates to abortion?
‘Self government’ means you govern yourself, not obey your neighbors
It’s OK to volunteer for tornado cleanup, but only if you’re not a pro
We can’t really change people, even if they offer us the control
NOTEBOOK: Why do so many libertarians need One True Way?
Conflict pushes inner buttons to make me feel like child in trouble