My Neighbor Reported My 79-Year-Old Father’s Garden. When the Inspector Returned at Six A.M., He Discovered Who the Harvest Was Really For

“Well, the county is entirely wrong,” I argued.

“Perhaps they are,” Dad conceded.

I pulled out my smartphone and began typing rapidly.

“I know a good lawyer.

Well, Susan from my office knows an attorney who handles land disputes and zoning issues.

I am calling his office right now.”

“Kristin,” Dad said softly.

“I am dialing the number this second,” I insisted.