We launched our tree from the balcony last night. The 11 o' clock news promos featured our weatherman with the words "Arctic Chill" written over his head. It was very cold. After a general warning to anyone who happened to be outside, I tossed Mr. Evergreen "Ev" Tree over the railing. It took a lot longer than I expected for it to actually hit the ground. And then he looked just a little bit sad lying there, three floors down. He looked like the naked woman at the beginning of "Lethal Weapon" who falls down into the car, only not as sexy. The apartment immediately looked empty and we missed our tall green friend. We hadn't really thought to even say good-bye.
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