Money speaks and gets people moving. This morning the usual Route 3 commute was halted by a tree. I wish I knew more about how to estimate the age of trees without the tedious task of counting rings. I have a hard enough time counting cups of flour for Sunday waffles. I get distracted. Anyway, back to the tree. It traveled through Ellsworth and took a sharp turn at the head of the island and then to an undisclosed location in Northeast Harbor. Money does talk, but it also protects the privacy of the rich tree owner.