

R.I.P., tree!
A chainsaw's bloodthirsty, horror-film roar takes over the pleasant quiet of a sunny Sunday morning. It could be the sound of a hedge trimmer or a leaf blower; they all have a similar menacing scream, don't they? But since the new owners of the house next door came to live outside my office window, I know it can only be a chainsaw. And I know they're continuing, with greater muscle and gumption than ever, to massacre the fig tree I once loved. I assure you I'm no hippie natur


Spare some change?
"Dear Abby, I am 17. My boyfriend of 2 1/2 years recently broke up with me... he's no longer in love with me and wants to date others. I can't eat, sleep, or concentrate, and the thought of seeing him with another girl makes me physically sick. Help me, please. Signed, Brokenhearted Teen." Abby replies, "...it hurts only for a while. Chalk it up to experience and a part of growing up." Abby's response is exactly what I needed to hear at that age too. If only I'd known that th