Fence update: Those guys keep coming by and talking at me. They really seem to be trying to get me to say that it’s alright and they really seem to be disregarding our agreement. The Mayor showed up over here towing two sheriff’s deputies yesterday and tried to talk my son into saying it was alright to put the fence wherever they wanted it. Being that most of the adults Robert knows are “The Man” I’m sure it wasn’t too traumatic for him, but I have to say that tactic makes me sick. Of course I can’t say that The Mayor knew I wasn’t home, but it would be trivially easy for him to know or find out in advance of a visit. This isn’t 1957, Governor Faubus! Not to sound like a nut, but when they want to talk to me they show up minutes after I arrive, when they need to react to something happening here they show up immediately. He’s been here several times, I can’t think that he thought I would suddenly become violent in response to this particular visit. He didn’t even have anything new to say.
In response to the Mayor’s latest visit I contracted a fine young man to construct the south fence to meet at the point to which the city agreed to build a fence. As he, in my absence, began to uproot the old fence someone called The Law again. It turned out to be my old friend Sgt. Maugham and he looked at our paperwork and warned Mrs. Bumper of tell-tale signs of malfeasance in fencing regarding the placement of cornerposts in spots not of our choosing. He gave Mrs. Bumper his card and offered to come and make the fence guys comply with the agreement. …I guess they do things like that in The WC.
I started a subgallery of fence stuff. I’ll try to throw up some captions Real Soon Now.