John owned the house for 45 years. His wife and him bought it in the 70s right before the shops left and the city was actually nice. Right next to the store so Nancy didn't have to go to far. They spent there nights play cards with the Smiths, and when they left danced until late. On her birthdays he spun her in the kitchen and toasted to another revolution around the sun. They had two kids but they had left awhile ago moving other states over, and one even on the coast now. The grocery store got bigger, and next door sold their land to a storage facility for tractors and farm equipment. They always knocked and left nice bottles of wine, and asked if he ever thought of selling. In 2010 Nancy got sick, it was 6 months later she died, it was cancer and maybe they would have caught it sooner if she went in for that cough, but it was too late now. His schedule had remained the same since then now for 12 years. He got up, brushed his teeth and made his bed, he made coffee and read the paper. Although recently the paper he had to get from the store, which he hated. He had to drive down, even though it was only 30 feet away, but at his age that grass hill was impossible. He hated the reminder though.
Recently the city keeps contacting him. What would he think about a sidewalk? Through his land?
Recently the city keeps contacting him. What would he think about a sidewalk? Through his land?