... it assured me of endless work for months to come.
The day of "The 1938 Hurricane" dawned just like every other day in the Boston area, but by 5:00 p.m., if one was out of doors, one sensed a change was in the air.
At the time, and as I was working out in the yard, I noticed that the shrubs were rustling and the trees were swaying in a most unusual way.
From my hilltop advantage I scanned the lower land around me and I could see the treetops lurching and bobbing like dancers in "The Dance of the Wooden Soldiers."
I went indoors to check the radio for a weather report and I learned that a hurricane was closing down on the New England area.
That storm was a nightmare experience for many people, but for me, a township tree surgeon, it assured me of work for endless months to come.
September 1, 2000