You could hear the occasional thack of a driver, maybe someone cursing under their breath after a bad shot, but you couldn’t see them. And more importantly, they couldn’t see you. That mattered to me. I work from home. I keep odd hours. And I like my quiet. Those trees were a boundary. Not just legally, but mentally. They made the place mine.
Now, about 2 years ago, everything changed. The golf course got sold to a development group out of Charlotte. Big money, big plans. You could tell right away they weren’t interested in just maintaining the place. They were upgrading it. New clubhouse, new landscaping, rumors of luxury homes going up along the back nine.
The kind of project where the word community gets thrown around a lot, but what they really mean is profit per square foot. At first, I didn’t think much of it. People buy things, they change things. That’s life. Then one afternoon, I get a knock at the door. I open it and there’s this guy standing there.
Mid-40s, clean cut, expensive sunglasses, even though it wasn’t that sunny. The kind of guy who smiles before he says anything, like he already knows how the conversation is supposed to go. “Hey there,” he says, sticking out his hand. “Name’s Daniel Cross. I’m managing the course redevelopment.” I shake his hand, a little cautious, but polite.
All right, I say. What can I do for you? He glances past me like he’s already mapping the property in his head, then nods toward the back. We’re doing some improvements along the fairway behind your place. New tea box, upgraded layout, trying to elevate the experience a bit. I shrug. As long as it stays on your side of the fence.
He chuckles at that like we’re sharing a joke. Of course, of course. Actually, that’s kind of why I’m here. And then he says it casual almost offh hand like it’s no big deal. Those trees along your property line they’re blocking the sight line from the new premium tea. I remember just looking at him for a second, not even reacting right away because I was waiting for the part where he clarified what he meant.
