I can't blame them, it turns out there was no one purposely moving the airplane that wrecked into the concourse. Not the plane itself nor the tug (as I've learned those tow trucks are called) that would have been otherwise used. The plane just seems to start rolling and crashed into the building.
The tree though, it's an old cottonwood. It's not like it's a sprout that found a crack in the concrete, no this is a mature old tree and it looks like it'd been there forever. Except, it wasn't there yesterday. Traffic cams are generally set to be triggered by vehicles acting outside of acceptable behavior, running red lights or going too fast. And since the appearance of the tree has caused traffic to largely come to a standstill, there's no point on record in which the tree shows up.
So there's an investigation into how it got there, and another line of inquiry into what to do about it. The immediate consensus was to cut it down, dig out the roots, and pave right over it. But this would cost money and they want to know who to hold responsible for it. On the other hand, there's a growing number of people who want the tree to be left alone. This group seems to be lead by a woman named Melia Floros who works at the Botanic Gardens. They showed a picture earlier, and with as many times as I've visited the gardens, I think I've seen her around.
She's getting a lot of flack for sticking her neck out. But she's holding strong and has attracted a like-minded group of people that are even now protesting at the intersection, carrying signs and everything.
Work was slow today, understandably, so they sent a few people home including me. So I called Max up, who also was out of class, and we went over to Candace's to work on our costumes. I did call ahead first to clear it with her. It's the first time Candace used her phone, and she was apprehensive when she answered. She said later though that she liked it, and hoped I'd call her more often.
Once we got there, Max and I both insisted on turning on the news to see what we could about the tree. We actually considered going down there, but decided with the protesters and everyone else, it probably wasn't the best idea. Candace hadn't heard about it, and like us she was fascinated by what was going on.
We spent the rest of the evening at Candace's, and it was great. Sam stopped by later to check on Candace and found us there. He didn't seem pleased, but he kept he mouth shut. Though he did mention having not brought enough food for everyone, so we ended up ordering pizza.
It was a fun night, and Sam reported that he had all our swords finished. He hadn't brought them, not expecting us, but he assured us all he had left was a bit on his own and it should be finished tomorrow morning.
So we ate and talked and generally had a good evening. Until I realized I still have work in the morning and had to make Max bring me home. I'm not too late, but I do want to make sure I've got plenty of rest before tomorrow. It'll be fun, but it'll make for a long day. Fortunately it'll be my Friday, so I'll have the following two days off.
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