I gave the chimney on my house a haircut today. It had become overrun with thick, ivy vines, that stuck up in the air about two feet, spreading out in different directions. Reminded me of Don King's hair. I'd been ignoring it because I feel Don King is wealthy enough to get his own haircuts. Vines are stubborn too. They sprout hundreds of tentacles that embed themselves in the concrete in between the bricks and hold on for dear life. After two and one-half hours of hacking, chopping, and…
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