He Destroyed My Elderly Neighbor’s Garden for a Party Pool — But Our Entire Neighborhood United to Teach Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget
When I saw the excavator claw through Isola’s rose bushes—the ones she and her late husband had planted forty years ago—I felt something inside me break. Our peaceful little street, the kind where neighbors know one another by name, would never be the same again. My name is Avelyn, and I’ve lived on Maple Street…