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To: The Philosopher who wrote (3965)	10/23/1998 11:24:00 PM
From: nihil	Respond to of 5944

OT Felling Trees, You're right about the felling saw. My first adventure was with a partner who was a champion miler (which we thought to be a great distance then) and we spent months precision-felling gigantic pines down a steep slope so as to miss the fine, rare mountain plants that the Judge wanted to feature in the landscaping of his estate. Red was a great partner. I always collapsed from exhaustion first, because I kept waiting for him to call out for a rest. He never did. Be sure to read the Joseph Wood Crutch (really his name!) book I mentioned. He is much more sympathetic to your position than to mine. I was just a kid subbing my big brother who had axed his knee while cutting a felling notch, so please don't mention safety. We didn't know chain-saws existed. We were so poor that we couldn't afford to tell the Judge that his treasured plants were undergrowth that thrived only in the shade and would probably perish if we felled the trees, even if we didn't drop them directly on the plants. Anyway, what did we know? We weren't botanists. (We never did hit the plants, but, sure enough, they all died). All I got from the summer was enough money to buy my school books, a sore back, a set of upper-body muscles the envy of all, and a tan deep enough as to threaten to out my carefully concealed "touch of the tarbrush" all around North Georgia. I inadvertently sold my last two-man saw with "the old home place" (it was in the corner of the outhouse). I haven't missed it a minute. All we have out here is bananas, gingko, jacaranda, mango and papaya. We have much more firewood than we or the termites need. The saw needed new handles, and the blade was pretty-well shot and should have also been replaced. The new owner bought the place with the proceeds of an industrial accident, so I don't think he will be able to use it. Should I try to get it for you?