> Old Jim brought out > the pick-axe, and went to work. Out came a bush, then another, > but uh-oh, there went a major root of the crabapple, and then > another...... .. .. and I could hear Jim moaning, "I think I'm > developing tennis elbow!" > I can believe it. Remember taking out a couple of elm stumps with a hatchet, 3-pound hammer and splitting wedges, and worrying for two weeks that I was developing breast cancer (which guys >do< occasionally get, so don't all laugh too hard). Btw, pulling stumps etc. using any vehicle not equipped with a sturdy brush cab - remember to wire an old blanket to the chain, cable or what- ever so when it breaks loose (or just breaks) it slows down enough to only smash the window instead of coming through it real fast. > The neighbors all come over to try to persuade Jim to hire some > help, but he won't hear of it for a minute. He tells them, "I eat like > a horse, I sleep like a log, and I'm only 78, so what's the rush...?" > Why do every time I read these posts of yours I get the hopeful feeling I'm looking at someone's account of me ...mumble... years down the road?