Tuesday 22 November 2011
I was already at my ‘desk’ (plastic garden table) and writing, when Dave was leaving for the yard, but was hailed by the neighbour disputing the corner, who wanted to know why D kept pulling up his markers. D explained that the short lengths of rebar (reinforcing bars for concrete used extensively for fencing) were dangerous, for the Winnebago kids and for us walking back at night. D agreed that we had no argument over the land ownership, and hands were shook. So that’s okay.
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