
I just hope that I'm out of earshot when it comes down. I've always thought of tree saws as murderers - partly because there was a large, benign, noble cedar at the bottom of Hillside when I was little, which the people in #16 - the Tylers? - took down because it blocked their view, and that was the end of a historical living thing. And then Wimbledon College School, at the end of #21's garden, took down all their big trees and built a swimming pool and squash court. I used on summer nights to listen to the wind in those trees, and to the sound of the Stones' Satisfaction playing at the Youth Club dances, and plan how to sneak down to the fridge and steal some lettuce hearts, since some misguided person had told me that they contained cocaine. One will believe anything, when one's eleven.
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