Turning Archive 2006
>Sitting at my desk "working", I hear the inmistakable sound of chainsaws. I remembered the notice on my door notifying us that it's time to remove those evil emerald ash borrers and the beautiful wood that they destroyed, from my neighborhood.
It's so hard to try to work while being teased by that sound. If it was wood that I needed, I'd find a way to play hookie! I'm guessing I could bribe one of the sawers with a beverage of his choice in trade for some wood!
Why don't I live in an area with Big Leaf Maple burls covering every tree in sight?