I recall a visit from my friend, Rich more than a decade ago. It was a particularly beautiful afternoon and we relaxed in the side porch shade, leaning against the railing and gazing into the heavily wooded yard. Rich was talking about Virginia wines and I was staring at a dying pine tree that needed to be cut down. At that very moment the tree tilted over and crashed to the ground with a very loud ka-thump!
“What was that?” asked Rich, searching the shadowy forest.
“Something very strange,” I said. “A tree I was staring at toppled over right when I was looking at it.” I pointed to the tree. “What are the odds of that happening?”
Rich studied the fallen tree in a prolonged silence. “Must have been rotten,” he finally offered.
“Yeah, must have been,” I agreed.
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