In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
While my mother was on Cape Cod taking care of my grandfather, hospitalized with what we believe to be an intensely painful compression fracture, she went home for a day of picking up mail and rest and found the neighbor had torn our fence down.
Fortunately she had left her dog with me at my grandfather's house.
We can be so certain it's the woman driving things, because we've seen her tear down the fence with her bare hands herself. Twice.