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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