ONCE A LAWYER MOVES IN, THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD

The Lawyer seemed to be building his very own Maginot Line to seal himself from harm.

I called The Lawyer at his law firm. I was told he was out of town. He had left instructions that his whereabouts not be divulged.

I was glad to see The Lawyer was consistent about his security. But he returned my call.

"Please explain what's going on with this potted plant," I asked.
"It's a matter of safety," The Lawyer said. "It's a matter of protecting my family."
And that's where the matter rests with the neighbors from hell. The potted palm sits like a sentry, blocking the driveway.

Time for me to get to work painting my sign, I guess.