Yes, I am a tree hugger and proud of it. When we had our house built some 12 years ago, The Wife and I got into a huge fight.
No, not between each other — we never fight. Our struggle was with the developer. He wanted to cut down all trees within 50 feet of where our house would sit. Some of the old growth, hardwood trees were so large that it would take three men to reach around them. When asked why he would do such a grievous thing, his answer was simple, “We always do it, so they won’t fall on the house.” Our answer to his statement was also simple and to the point. No they won’t, and no you won’t.
Yes, I’m a tree hugger, but it’s not a recent development. Being so has saved my life on more than one occasion. You see I’ve been hugging trees since a long, long time ago on that old familiar street not so far away called Flamingo.
For those seven wonderful years my three brothers, The Sister, and I spent growing up there were some things that weren’t so wonderful. Or I should say someone. And that someone was Bradley McAllister aka Down the Street Bully Brad. Bully Brad is the person who turned me into the tree hugger I am today.
Confused and can’t see the forest because of all the trees? Just keep on reading, Dear Reader. A path to understanding will be clear-cut soon enough.
Bully Brad made it his mission in life to beat up at least one person every week. That person was usually yours truly. The only way to escape a beating was not to get caught. Sometimes I could out-pedal him on my bike. Other times I could outrun him. (Luckily for me bullies aren’t terribly fleet footed.) But all of the time I…
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