
In St Vital, someone cut down a Siberian elm and left the logs at the end of the driveway, in the spot where people leave things for the garbage to pick up. The gates were locked and I couldn't get to the door, so I waved at the window, pointed at myself, pointed at the pile, pointed at my car, shrugged, and drove off with four pieces.
I always give the first bowl to the people who gave me the wood, even when they didn't know they had, so a week later I went back and knocked. They were very surprised, and very gracious about the wood thief. This is another piece from that same elm.
The elm came down in St Vital. The glow marks the neighbourhood. Exact addresses stay private.





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