Why My Neighbor's Mercedes Was Trapped in Concrete

For six months, I’d been dealing with a man who seemed to believe that having more money than everyone else gave him the right to do whatever he pleased.

I’m 49, and I’ve lived in the same house for nearly twenty years. My neighbor, Vaughn, moved in last spring. He owned a successful business, drove expensive cars, and had a driveway large enough to accommodate all three of them.

Yet he insisted on parking his silver Mercedes right in the middle of my front lawn.