A friend from Belgium is visiting us, and today she took a hike along Station Street. She noted that one of the houses had beautiful flowers in front, and she thought about going up to take a photo, but the lot was plastered with "no trespassing" signs.
How different it was when I was growing up. You could walk across Norm Strohl's, Amos Strohl's, and Harry Graver's fields with no problem. You could knock on their doors with no problem. No doorbell took your picture. No warning was transmitted. No sign said "keep out."
Today those fields have been subdivided. "Developed" is often the word used. Some city slicker moves in and by God will guard that property like a medieval lord protecting his castle.
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