good read

There is a great (mostly) true story told by an arborist over on ArboristSite.com under commercial tree care and climbing. Here is the opening paragraph. Entitled Guido's Last Hurrah: Part I

"I first met Guido at the Taco House, a small, hole-in-the-wall café in the Mission. But his reputation preceded him long before I heard his Wescos tapping on the hardwood floor. He walked straight to the juke box and plunked in two quarters. Rick James started blaring out the lyrics to “Super Freak” as Guido took a stool at the end of the bar. He wore a cut-off denim shirt and Wrangler Jeans; his thighs were as big as my waist; and he wore a Raider’s cap. It was his way of pissing off all the yuppie Niner fans when he worked in SF."