ABSTRACT
Larry robertson sat at home, wondering when he would work again. After several years of finding only occasional jobs felling small trees, he now had to contemplate an entirely new career. But who would hire him, he wondered? If he had noticed the dead alder, things might have been different. Instead, when the mature myrtlewood he had been cutting fell, it dislodged the smaller tree. Rain-soaked and heavy, this snag smashed his shoulder, dislocating the socket and stretching nerves. His arm had become a dangling, useless appendage that was mending only slowly. 1
