When I Am King

There will be only one capital offense: using leaf-blowers.

More precisely, hiring people to use them. On weekend mornings when you are off in Cap d'Antibes or somewhere. And I won't even get into the whole sociology of who's hired to use these machines.

No, this scene is not my neighborhood. Tactfully, it's a Flickr photo, but it shows what mine sounds like, even now when the leaves are still up on the trees.

You have been warned.