I believe you're right Jim.
I don't care how awful things can get at home whether it be the loss of a close pet, the spouse's anger, the lawyer's lawsuit, the bank's forclosure, the mother's death.......all ya gotta do is buckle on the gear and get up the tree and the entire world changes. I don't care how hot it is, how tall it is, how little you bid, when you're up there all that matters is how you work yourself.
Try getting that satisfaction while arresting some perp, dumping someone's garbage, shovelling the hog's manure, taking a order for supersize fries or sueing a poor soul who's wife wants the bucket truck AND chipper.
Ah, the climb. Sure it hurts afterward but what a rush, especially when the top falls over right where it's suppossed to 80 feet up on the the pine. Hold on...here she goes....TIMBER yipeeeeeee.
(I miss pines - not the sap, the sweat, but the swing)