My pickup truck was lowering the visual standard of the western entrance.
I reread the letter twice.
Then checked the address.
Mine.
The problem was simple.
I was not in Bellweather Pines.
Never had been.
No HOA deed restriction.
No dues.
No covenant.
No membership.
Nothing.
I mailed back a copy of the county plat showing my property line.
No angry note.
No insult.
Just the map.Two weeks later, another letter arrived.
Fence color.
Apparently my weathered brown fence was inconsistent with the approved Bellweather Pines palette.
Again, I
