Nicoson, William J.2005-03-232005-03-232001-09https://hdl.handle.net/1920/155PDF file distilled from original WordPerfect document. Original size 11" x 8.5".About two months ago I bought a heavy-duty chainsaw to trim away years of overgrowth in a hedge by my driveway. For at least five years the hedge had obstructed sightlines as my car backed from driveway to roadway. Weeks of further procrastination followed the tardy purchase. Then suddenly after breakfast on Wednesday, September 12, I grabbed the chainsaw, charged the hedge and proceeded to blast away at it with all my strength for most of the morning. After I filled three garbage cans with aromatic branches, the hedge seemed little reduced in size but monumentally more ugly. I’m no expert in psychology and never dabbled in self-analysis, but it later occurred to me that, on September 12, I was reacting unconsciously to the catastrophic events of September 11. I was venting heavy-duty anger with a heavy-duty chainsaw.39578 bytesapplication/pdfenSeptember 11, 2001Article