today I drove past my friend Uncle Nolan's house. Uncle Nolan is a few months older than me, and he's not even my uncle, but I've been calling him that for a long time, and I don't think it's going to change anytime soon. Uncle Nolan's oldest son actually thought his proper name was Uncle Nolan, but that's not the point. The point is this: I drove past his house this morning and he was standing in the driveway with a chainsaw above his head cutting into his tree, and I then thought that I sure do hope he doesn't drop the chainsaw. And he didn't.