Now, I love trees. I especially like willow trees because of their grace…but when I moved into my apartment in Medford, I realized that willows are a pain in the ass. The one that was growing between my apartment and the one of the “Always Drunk, Mostly Stoned” neighbors clogged up the drain so badly that at times, the street would flood to above the level of an open car door. My car was flooded more than once because of this and every time it rains hard, I think to myself “Thank god I’m not living in Medford”.
However, in Somerville, there was a lot of bru-haha about cutting down a Willow tree. I’m not sure why the people think that using the courts for something like this is productive, based on the fact that he is going to replace the tree with one more condusive to the area/environment. Or that he kept the tree for so long in fairly good shape (willows are hard to keep up) and only took it down when it started to get dangerous. And seriously, naming the tree? I never knew so many animists lived in Somerville