Health Department
The health department was called on my uncle...because he inherited a mess from his pack rat father...and he can't clean it up on his own. The back yard is a disaster and admittedly it does need help, but the way it was gone about is just wrong. The neighbors were getting irritated because my uncle wasn't trimming the trees that boarder their houses fast enough for them, well he works over 40 hours a week and when he gets home he is tired and just doesn't have the time to do it in as timely as a manner as they want...so they called the health department on him. Everything has to be 3 feet off of the ground or thrown away.
That means that the 56 Pontiac that I have wanted since I was 13 and my uncle finally agreed that I could have about a year ago is going away...to a junk yard...I don't have the means to transport it down here and put it into storage...I cried when I found out. I have wanted that car for so long and just haven't had the means of moving it...and now it will never be mine.
That means that the 56 Pontiac that I have wanted since I was 13 and my uncle finally agreed that I could have about a year ago is going away...to a junk yard...I don't have the means to transport it down here and put it into storage...I cried when I found out. I have wanted that car for so long and just haven't had the means of moving it...and now it will never be mine.