submitted by Wayne Vicknair
gentle neighbors, what follows is a cautionary tale... a tale of yard work woe...
it started innocently enough. a friend gave me my first leaf blower for
free. i felt awkward using it, but the leaves were accumulating a bit.
then i started to enjoy it. as fall began, it seemed like i was using
the leaf blower more and more. but it wasn't enough. the leaves were
pilling up on me, and i just couldn't handle it. so, i moved up to a
small chipper/shredder. things were normal again. i could grind up all
the leaves and small sticks life threw at me. it was great. but soon it
seemed like there were even more leaves, and bigger sticks, and i was
using the chipper/shredder morning, noon and night.
i needed a more
powerful chipper/shredder. i could handle it. sure, i could stop any
time i wanted. i got the one with the 20 inch hopper and 600cc honda
engine. i was on top of the world. i could shred anything. that got me
thinking: leaves and sticks were kid stuff. only serious grinding for me.
here's where things started going bad. i began to prune branches from
trees just to shred them. small branches at first, then bigger and
bigger. i was spiraling out of control. all of a sudden, i started
having thoughts about that scene from the film "fargo" where steve
buscemi gets run through a chipper/shredder; he probably had it coming.
i withdrew from my friends. i withdrew from my family. they didn't
understand what i was going through. i lived only for leaf blowing,
chipping and shredding.
then one day, i was reading the neighborhood news group. i read post
after post after post about the evils of leaf blowers. they couldn't be
talking about me. no way. i'm a good person. my leaf blowing and
chipping and shredding wasn't hurting anyone. or was it? had i lost all
sense of common courtesy and consideration for others? was i not
observing the after 7 AM and before 10:30 PM noise ordinance? had i
fallen prey to a darkness... an evil so great that my tortured soul had
not the strength to resist or cry for help?
nope. it turns out i just wanted to share some musings on powered lawn
tools and the emotions they engender in others.
wayne vicknair
6300 shoal creek blvd
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