The tree by No 8 tee box, proud and hale, having a strong, healthy trunk is now greenish near its bottom as though some alien infection (remember Andromeda Strain?) had penetrated its bark.  Over the years woodpeckers have had their way as well, but only in the search for wood borers and making only superficial marks in the bark.  The green hue is evident and on humid and on oppressively still days emits a strange, funny odor.  What could have happened?

Turns out the tree is a way station for those MGAers who can't hold it -- er, if you get my drift -- and the tree pays the price for both being convenient and offering a modicum of privacy being covered as it is on three sides by other trees.   Over the years we've seen the tree visited by any number of guys having weak bladders and prostate issues.  (Women are not involved and can relax. <sigh>)  

Almost as if it is an ecological rite, the tree attracts those seeking relief.  Now it seems to be thriving with its upper branches reaching to the sky and its leaves a deep green even though dead or dying grass covers its roots.  We refrain from naming those who regularly make the Hadj.  The list would be too long (and could get too close to home <wink>).

So what's the message? one asks.  If you're a tree-hugger, you might hug another tree.