He tried to argue. I hung up.
Day fifteen, the HOA called an emergency meeting. I wasn’t invited, but Mara went—she lived close enough to hear about it, and she understood what was at stake. She called me afterward with a report.
According to her, Gordon stood up and called me unreasonable. Said I was holding the neighborhood hostage over a “minor landscaping dispute.”
One of the newer residents asked what would happen if the easement actually got revoked.
Gordon admitted: “We’d have no legal road access. We’d be landlocked. Property values would tank. We’d have to sue for access, which could take years.”
The room apparently went very quiet.
Someone asked why they’d cut down trees that weren’t on HOA property.
Gordon said it was a “good faith error based on outdated surveys.”
Mara said half the room didn’t buy it. The newer residents—the ones who’d paid three million dollars for a house in a gated community that now faced being landlocked—looked betrayed.
