Neighbors Made Me Put up a Fence to Hide an ‘Ugly’ Car in My Yard – A Week Later, They Begged Me to Remove It

I inherited my dad’s old ’67 Chevy Impala — rusty, beat-up, and sitting in my yard because I couldn’t afford the restoration yet. To me, it was a piece of him, a memory I refused to let go of. But to my neighbors, especially Karen, it was an “eyesore.” They complained, and soon the city slapped me with a notice...