This is a little story about what happens when you talk to the right people about a problem with certain other people:
Yesterday, while trying get some cleaning done, I found I could only focus on one thing: the parade of dump trucks that were continuing to dump dirt on the empty lot next door.
This was a new day with more than ten dump trucks full of dirt going down the back of the lot, and I was fed up. When added to the previous day, this latest round made more than twenty dump trucks full of dirt sitting next to my house.
I called the heretofore unhelpful township office and talked to the Zoning and Permit King (yes, I believe that is his official title). While he can apparently do nothing about yard waste and branches, he got real fired up about a bajillion tons of dumped dirt. He said, "I'm coming out there. Now."
There are still trucks next to my house, but today there is a new addition: a backhoe. A shiny yellow backhoe that is digging up all the dumped dirt and putting it back into the dump trucks from whence it came. All under the watchful eye of the Zoning and Permit King.