The tree we lamented losing last fall has begun to come down on it's own. Today Peter asked me if I'd seen what was in the street. I was afraid to look; afraid it was some poor hapless animal, but it was a big limb of our tree.
Peter called the city and within minutes the supremacists were back.
I ran out to tell them about my blog post from last fall and was surprised to meet Timothy.
"I am Cambodian," Timothy Oeun, told me.
I loved it!