I was disappointed at the state of disrepair my grandmother's house had fallen into, with broken windows, overgrown yard and a deteriorating condition.... I was sad, and felt a desire to protect what cherished memories I could, most notably the cement that I etched my name into the sidewalk as a youth....I knew it was city property and, in hindsight, regret that I did not work with the appropriate city officials to seek their permission
But TBP offered up a lot more than just a heart felt apology to the current owner of grandma Pickens' place.
If it helps, I'm more than willing to return to Holdenville and etch my name in new cement, if they deem it appropriate
If not, then they'll just have to worry about waking up in the middle of the night and discovering their house is cruising at 35mph on a trailer headed towards the Texas Panhandle.