Moving at 70 mph we hoped to outrun the virus. First we stopped in Fox Point to exchange a few items with the inhabitants (all done in the driveway, with everyone keeping distance), and then on to Oconomowoc, where we did the same thing. In between, we stopped for a picnic (pb&j). And when we got home we found Chet up a tree—the dead ash just across the property line in neighbor’s back yard,

Seeing as how our neighbor is not exactly the kind of neighbor you might hope to have, and suspecting that he would opt to leave the dead ash standing until it fell down, we told Chet we would pay a quarter of the cost, thus allowing him to give the neighbor a very favorable price. This stratagem worked, and now we can sit on the back patio and not look at an eyesore.