William with uncle George Bessai and Christmas tree
Two fourteen year olds (one in body, one in spirit) talked me into this tree. We needed to cut six inches off the bottom, eight inches off the top, and carry it into the house already set into its new $60 stand. It needs to be tied with strong rope in three places to stop it from falling and killing the cats. Margaret says it was a nice gesture, but to return it. George drove away with the truck and we have no recourse but to try to live with it. I think it might be sentient.