The Tree People

This time last year, I was staying with him.  He needed a little bit more help getting around, and so I went to help.  During this time, we watched a college football game out at Berkley. They did a brief little report on the "tree protesters" and I though, "what?"  I naturally googled it, and found out that people were living in the trees to protest the school's plan to cut them down.  I am not making this up.  As I told him this, he gave me that look that said, "gadzooks..." So one of the days that he and I went walking in the pool,  I remarked how great he did in the pool, and how good he seemed walking back and forth; steady on his feet, energized, enjoying the fresh air, smiling.  His life just seemed easiest while he was in the pool.  I joked with him that he should be like the tree people, only he would be a pool person...refuse to get out because he was so happy in that pool.  I told him we could bring him food and water, just like the tree people were having done for them.  It was fun laughing about this plan.

Today I read that after almost two years, the tree people were forced out of the trees, came down, were arrested, and then the trees got cut down.  Somewhere my dad is saying "Jiminey chrismas...those guys were STILL up there?!"