The Line We Draw in the Rust: A Suburban Boundary War
CHAPTER 1: THE HISS AT THE SOFFIT The sharp, pressurized hiss of an aerosol can against vinyl siding wasn’t a sound that belonged in a quiet Tuesday morning. Mark didn’t rush. Rushing led to mistakes, and after four months of handwritten notes tucked under his windshield wipers and anonymous calls to code enforcement, he knew…
