“We’re Demolishing Your Beach House,” My Dad Said—Then the Development Board Shut It Down

it gotten you? You’re about to be homeless.”

The lead operator climbed into the cab. The engine roared to life with a mechanical growl that made the gulls scatter from the dunes, the sound rolling through my chest like thunder.

My mother actually clapped. “Robert, you should record this for the company social media. Out with the old, in with the extraordinary!continue reading …