Let me tell you what happened next—and how the neighbor who tried to steal my driveway learned that some property lines are worth defending.My name is Nate Brennan. I’m thirty-eight years old, and I’ve owned my house for nine years.
I run a small landscaping business. Nothing fancy. Just me and two guys during busy season. We do mowing, mulching, basic hardscaping.
The driveway—that wide gravel wrap-around—was essential. It let me park my truck, trailer, equipment without blocking the street or bothering neighbors.I’d maintained it for years. Kept it clean. Regraded it when needed. It was mine, and I took pride in it.
Then Brent Callaway moved in next door and decided it wasn’t.
When Brent knocked on my door after I moved his cones, he was calm. Too calm.“Nate, we need to talk about the property line.”
“What about it?”
