Over the past five months, I’ve watched the dream of some neighbors I have yet to meet start to take shape on my own street.
It started just after the snow melted when two men arrived with a giant machine that wrestles logs and chain saws. Their job was to cut down and haul away no fewer than 50 trees on the stubborn, hilly building lot.
I remember starting jobs and feeling that excitement. Endorphins rushed through my body when I broke ground on the stunning Queen Anne Victorian home I built back 36 years ago for my family.
Lately, however, as the weeks have progressed, I have begun to fear that my new neighbors’ dream is transforming into a nightmare. Sadly, they may not be aware of this. I’ve been chronicling the progress with lots of videos explaining what’s going on. The sad thing is the mistakes I’m seeing are all based on misplaced trust. I get at least 50 emails a week from homeowners who have made the same mistake….