What the fuck is up with this town and trees? And why the fuck do we care about something that eats up less than 1% of the budget? Is it really that hard? Tree grow, now we're responsible for trimming them. If something serious happens like heavy winds or lightening cracking a rather large branch that may or may not cause damage the city gets involved. Is it really that fucking tough? All Clem wants is a tree he can trim and can relax with various livestock under.
Remember folks, Mike Fitzgerald thinks living in south Stockton isn't enough of a reason to own a gun.
Maybe I'm missing something, but isn't this story the same basic story as number 7 of this? Of course they're not exactly the same but one is so closely related to the other that you can't really mention one without the other. Which in our minds at least, makes them one big story. One that should have been number one.
Oh, and nobody cares.