I didn’t know there was one, but it seems that restrictive covenants against “unsightly” clotheslines are becoming a big issue in some places.

Frankly, there’s nothing like the smell of clothes that have dried on a line. If you’ve never experienced it, you ought to give it a try. Some years ago we lived in a small house on Glendale Avenue that was too small to accommodate our dryer. In bad weather we’d truck our wet laundry down to Ninth Street and throw it into a dryer there, but in good weather we’d hang it on a line. There really is a difference in the feel and smell that you don’t get from high heat and softener sheets.

I guess the unsightliness of clotheslines is a generational thing. When I grew up, everybody had a clothesline, and we didn’t consider them eyesores.

(Link via Instapundit)