Not being an arborist, I’ll just guess maybe it was a life-span issue they are just trying to be proactive about (to avoid the risk of that grand old tree coming down on you or your home and the risk of lawsuit. Does the borough have responsiblity for maintaining trees (when they still existed, that is) or is this the homeowners’ responsibility?

I agree with what Melissa wrote above — if you don’t know, you can’t stop them. However, it still amazes me that the local machine wouldn’t have had to at least give you a day’s notice to make sure your car wasn’t on the street or whatever.

Probably you couldn’t have done anything to prevent it from coming down, even if you had been notified. But you SHOULD have been notified, no doubt.

Wait! You get trash picked up twice a week? That’s worth a grammatical error to me.

Sounds like the party may be on the move to go with one candidate and that Hillary is setting up to bow out gracefully.

At least, that’s what I hope is happening.

The new Portishead is AWESOME, Spencer!!! They were smart in that they didn’t just try to repeat the stereotypical Portishead “trip-hop” sound…this isn’t chill-out music for hotel lounges.

There is real grit and noise in this new Portishead….sounds like they’ve been listening to Can and Broadcast in the interim.

Fave songs of the cd: Plastic(helicopter blade whooshes and a killer drum roll riff) and Magic Doors and The Rip and Hunter and…oh hell, the whole damn album slays.

Of course, no matter how different musically this Portishead sounds comapred to Dummy…what unifies everything Portishead does is Beth Gibbons uniquely haunting and hypnotic vocals.

In fact, I could never understand the people who would file Portishead with the rest of the trip-hop chill-out genre; aka records to bonk to.

If you really listened to what Beth was singing, there was some dark and disturbing stuff on there, and there is on the new album, too.

In short, Portishead’s Third immediately makes my shortlist for album of the year…and decade.

Your / you’re, along with their good friends, there/their/they’re, are murdered so regularly that it’s scary. I honestly fear that its/it’s will soon be accepted as interchangeable. (See, don’t get me started.)

I especially enjoy the extra added pleasure of the “Title Case” capitalization. Perhaps Conshohocken Borough will be presenting it as a play this summer — y’know, like Upper Merion’s “Concerts Under The Stars” series. — “You’re Trash! Pickup Days Will Be Changing!” - a play in three acts by John Waters.

You’re trash, Spencer.

I have seen the opposite. Many years ago, someone wrote “YOUR DEAD” on my windshield in lipstick.

I had to laugh.

But, enough about me….