Man Finds Thousands Of Golf Balls In His Front Yard, Then He’s Told To Leave Them Alone

Rounding the Lot

Brian hugged the outer fence, circling the property with cautious steps. The harsh light from the demolisher illuminated the yard in sickly yellow.

He moved from cover to cover—behind a stack of tires, along a row of trash bins, then ducking under the shelter of a rusted car shell.