The golden oak

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The tree in my mother's front yard is as old as a few of my friendships. It now dwarfs the house. And it's an oak, a slow-growing tree. Jon, Guy: you're not just friends anymore. You're officially family. The tree says so.

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I had two huge old oak trees in my yard in Chicago. A storm brought one down, and age & disease felled the other. There aren't any trees like them in texas, which makes me kinda sad. Ah, the Live Oak. They just ain't the same.