Bob's Corner
From our weekly issue dated February 18, 2009
Felled in its prime.
Someone murdered our favorite tree the other day, and I’m still feeling sad. It was a blue spruce, approximately 20 feet tall, at the corner of our property. Someone drove their vehicle into it (up it?) early Saturday morning.
I awoke upon hearing a motor being gunned, but didn’t check, as I thought it was just another yahoo from the general neighborhood being an idiot. It was around 2 a.m., I think; can’t really remember. It might have been 1:06 a.m. We hear a lot of car noises, as we live on a corner, and there seem to be a lot of people with access to cars and pickup trucks intent on driving as crazily and noisily as possible. In fact, the “Stop” sign at the corner has been knocked down several times by drunken fools.
I think those involved Saturday morning were intoxicated, and were headed east on E. River Street. It looked as though they drifted onto the lane for westbound traffic, went over the curb and onto the defenseless, beautiful tree. Then they spun one wheel, likely the right-rear, and made a large rut as they disengaged after killing our tree.
Which reminds me: Although the Cave Junction street people, the so-called homeless, are a pain; at least they don’t drive their vehicles into people’s trees. OK, so they all drink too much alcohol; some drivers and street people alike. I’m well aware of the addiction of alcohol. It is a tough one to beat, but it can be done.
We’ll have to get the slaughtered tree removed, and we want to replace it. It will be a sad chore. Sometimes it’s not easy to forgive those who trespass against us, especially when it involves “tree-son.”
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