Good Neighbors Make Good Fences
by Jinn Bug
Jack has a white picket fence hes been rebuilding this summer. His wife died last year; I catch glimpses of Jack working in his back yard; hes one house down, hidden behind the old Graninger store. Most evenings I have a little over the fence visit with Jack, who sits out on his back porch on fine nights. He was in the Navy, and his garden hose is always coiled in near-perfect concentric circles on his sidewalk when its not in use. Ive tried to replicate his garden hose technique, but I cant manage it. It takes a discipline I dont possess and a patience. Jacks been building his fence picket by picket, panel by panel, post by post.
The fact that the fence is likely to outlive Jack by many years isnt something we speak of as he slowly saws and hammers and paints this new fence into being over many months, but I suspect hes thought about it as he feels his aging back and that one knee that wont cooperate. I know Im thinking about it. Living in the land of What If as much as I do, I imagine the day when someone else moves into that house because Jack Is No More, and it makes me sad and riles me up at the same time. Those peoplewhoever they arebetter take good care of Jacks fence. Those people best not even think of taking that fence out and replacing it with chain-link or that pressure treated pine crap from Home Depot. I will stand at the intersection of Depauw and Stansifer and I will protest, loudly, and make picket signs and sing for Jacks fence. Long may the picket fence live, and longer still may the picket-fence-maker be my neighbor.
This article appears in January 28, 2015 (15751824).
