It is a blazingly hot Sunday, and a group of us are on an early morning hunt through the back alleys of west Brownsville, searching for left-over brick—stuff that people tossed out that would serve well as a flower bed border.

Bordering one of the alleys was a narrow, two story building that had long been abandoned. A tree was sprouting out of the second floor wall, and parts of the old building was in collapse. We mused at what it must have been like in its prime, and what it would take to bring it back.

My Favorite and Most Capable Attorney in all of Texas was with us, and she smiled and said, you know, all we need to do is establish a presence there and, over time, through this process called reverse accrual possession (actually, I missed that phrase, which was too bad, because it sounded usefully ominous), the property becomes ours. The rest of us looked at her for a further explanation. She said, Oh, Texas is all about property rights. That is why you have to constantly check your fence lines—if your neighbor slides her fence over onto your property, and you say nothing, then after a while, that slice of property is no longer yours, but hers.
It is a blazingly hot Sunday, and a group of us are on an early morning hunt through the back alleys of west Brownsville, searching for left-over brick—stuff that people tossed out that would serve well as a flower bed border. Read On>>

Author: Michael Seifert

Born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama; happily residing in Brownsville, Texas.

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