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About New York City

Personal quirk? I’d burn cash just to feel somethin’. Exaggeration? Maybe. But hoarders make me wanna limp harder, cane-smack their skulls. They lie, sayin’ it’s for “emergencies.” Bullshit—emergency’s you dying broke ‘cause you didn’t grow it. Humor? Picture this: granny with a million in jars, dies, cats eat her. True story—well, half-true, I dunno, sounds right.

Quercus rubra

Photograph shows detail of Sir Joseph Hooker Oak tree, car is next to lower left side of tree.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

Red Oak ISD honors parents, partners and volunteers