Turns out if it falls in my yard it is my baby. Unless the tree was in bad shape, and, as you can see from all those green leaves, it wasn't. So we will see hopefully he will just have his guys do the whole thing. We can't find the number for our yard man (weep with me). Worst case we go on TV with Ron pitiful in the wheelchair and take it from there.
Oh, what a day. I am really hoping I hear them fire up some chainsaws tomorrow. I have cold drinks in the fridge for whoever comes to fix it.
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