An Oddly Grand Story

Today of all days, the desire to write a story comes and rests on my mind. An odd, yet grand story of a good many things that I have not seen the outcome or reasons for yet. It all starts with a man, or a woman, or a child having the desire to build a house in the middle of the highway. The people who drive the highway see this as a problem. The occupant of the house [be it man, woman, or child] doesn't see a problem. I think we're getting somewhere...