This is Bruce.  He is a tree – a mighty Oak, nonetheless.  He is magnificent and statuesque.  He is wise and witty.  I’m sure there are times Bruce is simply not in the mood to listen to me prattle on.  I’m sure there are times he would like to throttle me…

I’m sure there are times Bruce is simply not in the mood to listen to me prattle on.  I’m sure there are times Bruce would like to throttle me, and set me straight.  I’m sure there are times Bruce wished he lived in a distant, quiet wood, but he does…

I have a favorite tree.  His name is Bruce.  He’s an Oak.  There’s nothing particularly special or different about Bruce, except he’s mine.  He’s mine in the sense that he resides in my yard.  He’s rather mature.  Mature in reference to his size, not his personal philosophies, which I’m sure are…