They Cut My Grandfather’s Tree for Their Million-Dollar Entrance — So I Made Them Pay $75,000 a Year to Use It
“She does not,” I said. “And we aren’t going to tell her. We are going to let her sign her own deposition.”
Before I unleashed the heavy artillery, I decided to give the decent folks in that subdivision a chance. I hosted a quiet meeting in my barn that Tuesday evening. I invited six HOA residents I thought might be reasonable. Three showed up: a retired teacher named Francis, a young father named Jed, and a widowed hydrologist named Lorraine.
