I’m attending a meeting this afternoon down at the building department. I'm anxious to see if they're going to let a new owner tear down the 'Appalachian shack' that sits across the creek from me. Even though I wish they wouldn’t schedule these things so close to the holidays ..I am getting tired of hearing the sound of dueling banjoes every day. Besides, I’ve talked to Tom, the new owner, and I’m OK with what he’s doing. However, the property is ‘land-locked’ meaning he has to cross over other people’s property to get there. When I enter the meeting room ..I'm caught in the crossfire between Hatfield’s and McCoy’s.
“The project is too big ..your construction equipment is destroying my property ..!”
“We have an easement ..besides, I already told you I’d replace anything that gets damaged ..!”
“That’s not the issue ..you tore down my fence ..!”
“That fence was on my property ..!”
“No it wasn’t ..!”
“Yes it was ..!”
“Ok Ok, listen ..if I agree to put up a new fence ..can I continue working without you guys calling the police again..?”
“Hell no.”
Nothing is accomplished. Six inches of land stand in the way and unless Tom concedes ..the neighbors aren’t letting construction vehicles pass through their property, which they somehow feel is their God-given right.
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