Another installment in the "how we met" series...(if you don't know what that is, go here to see the first post...trust me this will make a lot more sense if you know the background! You can read the whole series by clicking here.)
Hubby was with a group of treehuggers who had handcuffed themselves to some old growth trees in protest of the loggers who wanted to cut them down.
I was working as a summer intern with the group who was sent out to try to mediate with said treehuggers...
At this point the person to whom he was telling the story--our new neighbors--became extremely interested and started asking details--which agency was I with, what kinds of trees, how big do they get anyway, how long does it take them to get that big...the story kinda fell apart because we couldn't answer all the questions!
The real irony is, if either one of us was going to be a handcuff-myself-to-a-tree sort of activist, it probably would have been me. ☺
4 comments:
Hee, hee! That's good stuff.
I just noticed you've got 57 days to go! That's good stuff, too.
ROFL!!!!
Haha...I figured you were the more likely tree hugger!
Bull honkey you are more likely! You keep saying that and I have never agreed that it's true. You'd do something more practical like petition or find some legal way of stopping it. I'm the crazy fool that'd just go chain myself up! And I had no problem keeping up with questions (it was a doug. fir which are common in old growth forests and location and all that) I stopped because you can only tell 3 or 4 lies on one of these stories before folks start to resent it.
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