IN JANUARY OF LAST YEAR after cutting wood for four hours, the chain saw leaped from my father s exhausted hands, seriously and permanently maiming him. This is only one of the dangers involved in the use of alternative energy sources. My father s house--worth, he had assured me, a quarter of a million dollars, possibly even more--was heated by wood stoves requiring vast quantities of timber. It is true in mentioning the terrible accident of my father I may sound too callous for a son, but in this I only take after my dad himself, who at the time of his mishap was home on a weekend furlough from jail, where he was incarcerated .for the murder of my mother. \"Involuntary\" manslaughter--\"accidental,\" to be sure--but murder nevertheless. Still, the thought of the whine of the buzz saw stuttering and choking on human flesh did bring certain memories to mind--to begin with, those of the day my mother told my brother and me, \"We re getting a divorce.\" But perhaps that was not it exactly; those were not my mother s exact words. ,We were getting a divorce, that much was correct. The three of us would continue to live on Marlowe Drive, in the same house, but Daddy was going to move out and live somewhere else. My brother was weeping in the bathtub. \"Shut up! Shut up,
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