Remember the chestnut tree Anne Frank wrote about in her diaries? You know, the one she used to watch from the attic window that made her happy while she was cooped up in the house for 25 months hiding from the Nazis. Anywho, it fell down. Yes, a big friggin storm blew into Amsterdam and knocked the mighty thing over. OK, it didn’t take much because the 150 year old tree was pretty much rotted, having suffered from fungus and moths for years. Now there may have to be some “pretty pleases” to have the tree replaced by one of its numerous clones because the chestnut was on neighbor’s property.