Changing his spots. Not.

Scene: Neighbor's back yard, littered with the remains of two large locust trees splintered from Sunday's storm.
Dramatis personae: Your blogger. Neighbor (Life-Long Farmer).
Your blogger: "I really wish you wouldn't use the chain saw by yourself. I worry."
Neighbor: "If I died, they'll all say at the memorial service, he died doing what he loved."
Blogger: "Well, that's true, we would. But I still don't want you using the chain saw by yourself."