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April 21, 2002
The owl and the pussy cat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat ? I loved that story as a child. On a street near my house were some old scraggly trees with roots that cracked through the sidewalk. They had stood in place longer than the sidewalk or the street and probably even most of the town. My grandmother told me those were bong trees, like in the story. They were my magical bong trees, gnarled and knotted like my grandmother's strong hands. Twenty years ago they felled the bong trees to clear the area for condos