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Up until 3.5 years ago, I had never dropped a tree. Now, it's second only to mowing.

I took a wild hair and bought a little patch of property that a hippie family had allowed to become over grown while they did their "back to nature" bullshit.

I've been cutting trees and brush ever since.

I don't have any exotic equipment, so I go at it with a chainsaw, a chipper, a 65 year old body, a 70 year old tractor, and a Bic lighter assisted by some stock in a charcoal lighter company.

I dug a pretty good sized hole out back to burn it all in. So far this year I've cut down and burned a 25' spruce tree that had died, (after cutting all the ancient Christmas tree lights out of it) and some type of exotic Maple tree that hippies seem attracted to. I liked the Maple tree too,...but evidently, they planted it when they were too stoned to realize that they set it out right under the power lines that feeds 3 houses out here.

For the past few years one of my favorite activities is to spend the day hanging out back by the fire hole pitching a dissected tree into it while occasionally taking sips from the pint bottle which stays secured in the bib pocket in a pair of Liberty overalls.

It's a lot of work,..and I have to take regular breaks to keep my wind up. But I'm glad that it's tree cutting/burning, pint sipping time again.

Every age has its high spots. As a young man it was chasing puzzy,...at middle age lt was making kids and being driven crazy by the wife I had then,...as a senior citizen, my high point is to cut and burn trees while I sip on a favored libation until the sun sets and I wander back to the house to shower and sink into the bed.

I like this age. I'm stooped,..every joint in my body hurts,..I'm old, ugly, and all my hair has fallen out. But I can stand by a fire pit out on the backside of my property by myself,...watch the trees I've cleared burn,..sip on a pint, and be at peace with the world.

All in all, it beats the hell out of that disco ball I was dancing under back in '77.