Go Fish Galvez

Can you trademark a topiary?
Copyright a creeping vine?
License a landscape?

It’s the neighbors. Again.

(Gladys Kravitz, you’re thinking? Maybe, but I fancy myself more of a closet Endora…

…who, by the way, always reminded me of my old piano teacher, Mrs. Sharp [truly, a cosmic pun]. Well into her eighties, Mrs. S persisted in dyeing her hair carrot red, wearing garish wraps, and sporting sling-back stilettos, notwithstanding—or notwithstumbling—the pitiful truth that she was blind as a bat.) Read the rest of this entry »