Progress in the Previously Unending Fence Battle

Late this morning I saw two men in my backyard. As I walked toward them, one scooted away back to the house; the other didn't acknowledge me. So I said, "Good morning." I guess he was left with few options, so he turned around and replied. I should insert here that the back fence has not been standing -- at least not consistently -- since the hurricane, which was two and a half months ago. The neighbor would try to prop it up. It would fall again. And the cycle continued. This fellow had come to fix it, or rather to fix the three panels that were being particularly uncooperative. I told him the history of the fence, and he confirmed that the neighbor was under the impression it was my fence. (In case you don't remember -- and there's no reason you should -- the previous owner of the house was responsible for the fence between our properties. It was falling down, but rather than tear the whole thing out and replace it, he put up a new fence on his side, anchoring it to his crappy fence that faced my side. It's looked like crap ever since.) Because it was not my fence, and therefore not my responsibility, I was in no hurry to do anything with it. I'm glad at least part of it is fixed, but it still looks like shit on either side of the new part.

I asked the handyman to relate the history to the man he was working for. I'll be glad to chip in some on the repair but not much. At least my little dog is safe, and some of the broken pieces are gone. It's a little bit of progress.