




You know it's Minnesota though when the tree crew is a block away and closing, and homeowners are still like: nah, I'm just going to cut it up myself and my mom will chuck it onto the pile (see middle pic above) - I saw several examples of that.
Crushed cars, 100 year old raggedly sheared-off giants, huge dirt piles and holes where the tree used to stand, commuters parking in the middle of the street, mouths open stumbling towards their tree-covered houses. Pretty surreal.
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