While the kids and Patric toured Ft. Benning, I stayed home to get in a few hours of work. But the neighbor had different plans for me. He showed up to help Patric take some limbs down from some trees, some 30 feet in the air. When he learned that Patric was in Georgia, he went ahead and went to work himself.
Because being a Southern Gentleman of a generation before me, ladies do not help with such things. Except, I couldn't not help. So I spent a couple of hours sneaking around behind the neighbor, holding ladders and cleaning away trim and generally making sure there was no falling off of things or impaling ourselves with saws out there.