So let me tell you a story. It’s about a young woman of a certain age living in a great townhouse in a bedroom community. She had been living in this home for years, and was quite happy. Even the neighbors had proven to be friendly. This home had a back yard. Nothing fancy, really. It was the right size for the townhouse. Her blind dog Zeke considered it his last sanctuary between him and the big bad world. It had a good amount of grass and half the yard was in shade all day from her deck... read more