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COPYRIGHT 2005 U.S. Navy Safety Center
I always wanted to start a story that way because it would have to be a lot more interesting than where I really was when my mishap occurred--in my front yard. I recently had returned home to north Florida from taking my son back to college in the northeast. My task was to take care of the 30-foot sycamore that a hurricane had left perched precariously at a 45-degree angle.
With the weekend rapidly approaching, I was busy trying to find an appropriate tool with which to extricate the lovely, leaning tree from my front yard. Two days and 12 phone calls later--chain-saws are...
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