A boundary is a promise. It tells your neighbor where your responsibility ends and his begins. You respect his side, he respects yours, and everybody sleeps better.”
Then he looked at me with those pale gray eyes that always seemed to know when I was only half listening.
“Land’s the only thing they’re not making more of,” he said. “You take care of it, it’ll take care of you. But if you let somebody move the line once, they’ll come back with a bigger shovel.”
I remembered that sentence while