This is my home.  It's in a good neighborhood, and I get along with the folks who live near me; my neighbors.

Sometimes neighbors forget themselves.

I had a neighbor once who used to let his dog "do his business" in my yard.  Don't get me wrong, this was a good neighbor.  We would talk, and say hello when we saw each other.  We'd usually exchange a bottle of wine or a tray of cookies at Christmas, or stand at the fence and talk.

We also talked (several times) about his dog's odious contributions to my lawn.  The first talk was apologetic and full of promises.  The second talk was tense for both of us.  He must have seen the look on my face the third time, because he turned around and went back into his house.

I was shocked, and feared that I had pushed this issue to the point where a dog-turd would end our relationship.  A minute passed slowly as I picked up a few sticks.  Then, without further ado, my good neighbor came back out of the house.  He had a smile on his face and a bag in his hand.  He took care of that little mess because (I think) he understood the symbolic importance of his act.

The Kalamazoo Country Club is a good neighbor.  They take great care of their lawn.  They are generally quiet.  Likewise, I have tried to be a good neighbor to them.  Here is the problem; they got a new dog named MetroPCS.

Their dog isn't going to come into my yard.  Rather, it is going to drop a 170-foot tall, energy-emitting turd in prominent view of my home. Humor aside, a 170' tower will be visible from many homes, and become part of the skyline around many more.  It will add the appearance of a manufacturing district to our residential neighborhood.  It cannot help but to depress property-values that are only now coming back from a dangerous depression.

I hope my neighbor will recognize their un-intended imposition on our neighborhood before their actions become irreversible.  If not, I am confident that the Zoning Board of Appeals will uphold the letter and spirit of the Zoning Ordinance.