That seemed like material damage.
That seemed like interference with quiet enjoyment.
I called my lawyer. Patricia Chen had handled my father’s estate, understood the history of the property, and had always struck me as someone who understood that some agreements exist precisely to be enforced when necessary.
“Patricia, I need to talk to you about something. Cedar Ridge Estates cut down six trees on my property this morning.”
“They what? They cut down your trees?”
“Without permission. Without asking. They claim it was a surveying error, but I have the easement agreement right here, and I’m looking at the revocation clause.”
Patricia was quiet for a moment. Then: “Do you have the easement agreement handy?”
“Right in front of me.”
“Read me the revocation clause.”
I did.
She whistled softly. “Eli, that’s… that’s a nuclear option. If you revoke that easement, Cedar Ridge has no road access. They’d be landlocked.”
