On an Oak Creek Street, a Retired Navy SEAL Took Off His Flannel Shirt

I went over to the senior officer and handed him the first folder.

“This is a certified copy of the original 1984 township easement deed,” I said, keeping my words short and plain so every neighbor on the lawn could hear.

“It shows my property line runs four feet past the lilac bushes.”

I turned and gave the second blue folder to Arthur Peterson.

“This is the official municipal survey rejection notice Harry Caldwell was served three months ago,” I said.

“He was refused permission to widen his driveway before he’d even bought the house.”