a tree grows in brooklyn

on saturday as i was walking to the bar (margarita saturday lives), i noticed a guy stopped on my off-ramp and in the act of planting a seedling.  at first i was touched and hopeful that someone was taking the time out of their saturday morning to give something as important as new life back to the planet and in a place that is open and ready for erosion.  i even was tempted to go over and ask if he needed a hand or if he had more to plant elsewhere that he needed a hand with, but my tequila desires pushed me onward.

it didn't hit me for a few blocks, but why plant a sapling in november?  the poor fella hardly has a chance... as i was walking back home a couple of days later and 15 degrees cooler, i wanted to put a blanket around the lil guy.  alone in new surroundings with cold winds whipping at its few leaves and lifeless cars whizzing by... but alas...