HOA COPS INSTALL SPIKE STRIPS ON MY PRIVATE RURAL FARM ROAD, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? THIS IS MINE, WHY YOU DID THAT?”
My parents built this house with their own hands in 1975, back when Carolina Estates was nothing but a patch of scrub pine and a dirt road that turned to soup every time it rained. I was seven years old when we moved in. I remember my mother painting the mailbox bright sunflower yellow…
