The Nanny State: Coming to a driveway near you

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My driveway rocks.

It started with the rocks.

After living in San Francisco for 20 years, and putting up with 20 summers of bone-chilling fog, my wife and I decided to move 50 miles north, where we had bought a small piece of undeveloped land in Sonoma County, and piece by piece, built a horse farm on top of an old silage field. Continue reading