Another Tree Hits the Newton Corner Dust

Sitting down for breakfast this morning, Marash Boy & Marash Girl were startled by a loud, intermittent roar.  Looking out of our kitchen window to our back neighbor's yard, we saw nothing, but looking up into the sky, very far up into the sky, we saw a man with an orange power saw at the top of the oak tree (and the top was very high up, higher than our three story house), the oak tree that grew on the border between our neighbor's yard and ours.  Unable to eat our breakfasts (as our hearts were in our mouths for both the man and the tree), we watched as this deft acrobat cut down the ancient oak tree piece by piece, from its top down, an oak tree that had stood there for well over 100 years.