At summer’s end the palm trees in my neighborhood look like a middle aged man who can’t afford a haircut. When the winds come, the dried fronds with their vicious thorns sail to the ground with a loud crash, and the dried seed pods become ball bearings on the sidewalk. So now’s the time tree trimmers come around to sell their services for $80 per palm. We bought the service last year, only to realize that our neighbors (the upwind folks) saved their money, and their fronds and ball bearings ended up in on our sidewalk. Trimmers apply power saws to the low-hanging dead fronds, while the trees sway five feet any direction. By the time the tree trimmer’s done, the hairy old man looks like a kid with nothing up top but a cowlick.