Beadman, I think I agree with you, but not sure about this sentence, which is, perhaps, a direct literal translation from attic Greek: "Neither can the power to be to talk to about getting bow wood about me." Huh? ;-)
Back in '98, I think, we had a big bad ice storm in Maine. I drove to work every day seeing trees down everywhere. Along I-95, there were a lot of black locusts down and that's one of the better bow woods that grows in Maine.
I called the MDOT and talked to some official and told him I would like to stop along the interstate and cut some of it to make bows. I assured him I would have a flashing yellow light on my van and would park well off the road.
He said he couldn't officially give me permission but he didn't think anybody would bother me. Well, I got to explain that two separate times to Maine State Troopers, who both told me to be careful and to let that be the only instance.
The state subsequently contracted to have all the down or standing locust cut, chipped and used for biofuel.
It was an interesting adventure.
Jim