I think I have a hate relationship with the Whomping Willow of Prospect Park.  It’s not even a love/hate relationship at all.  Today, I lugged my kite out of it’s dusty corner for it’s maiden Spring flight.  It was going along well until it got stuck on a tree.  Yes, a tree.  This kite flying hobby is becoming very expensive.  So I thought I would let my kite down then cut the string.  Unfortunately, it fell into another tree.  I’m cursing up a storm at this very moment.  And I don’t think I can call 311 again. Since they thought I was silly the last time I tried to call to have the parks department to remove my poor kite from the tree.   This guy came over to try to help, while this other suggested throwing my spool to unlatch my kite from the other string it was stuck on.  As you can see, it became a little communal project to get this kite out the tree.  In the end, this guy climbed up the tree and whacked the branch and the kite fell on the floor. Woo hoo!  The whomping willow will not strike again today.