My Curb Appeal Story
I’M NOT PROUD of this memory, but I’m going to share it anyway. When I was about 12 years old, growing up in Memphis, I had a competitive friendship with my next-door neighbor, Josh. We were rivals at everything—basketball, Ping-Pong, Atari video games, ghost in the graveyard, you name it. He was more athletic and usually won, but that didn’t diminish the intensity of the battles. Sometimes tempers would flare, and one day, after an argument over a questionable call in a game of touch football, he stormed off in protest. As he passed the Evans house, he punched our brown metal mailbox, and because it was a little wobbly to begin with, it landed with a clang in the street. Not to be outdone, I ran to his house…