Merry 2006
Merry 2006, Inboxers. I say that with a
dash of trepidation and a dollop of deference directed toward all those
who subscribe to any of the non-Gregorian calendar systems. One must
tread lightly when wishing others well in these high-strung,
hair-trigger, eggshell-tiptoeing times. Wouldn´t want to raise anyone´s
hackles, now, would we?
Feh! What a load of ...
... Sludge. Loads of sewage sludge are raising plenty of
hackles out in Southern California. The L.A. Times
reports that voters in Kern County, the city´s rural
neighbor to the north, are fixing to put the kibosh on L.A.´s practice
of transporting treated sewage sludge to farmland there.
So L.A. Mayor Anthony Villaraigosa is faced with a dilemma. He´ll
either have to undertake a costly campaign to change Kern County voters´
minds, or else come up with millions of dollars to fund an alternative
plan to truck the muck to Arizona. Yuck.
And more yuck: Detroit, like Cleveland where I live,
experienced heavy snowfall through most of December. Since Christmas,
though, our part of the country has been warm and rainy, and this past
week, the ground -- such as it is, brown and mucky -- has shown up to
say hello for the first time in a month.
In downtown Detroit that´s a big bother because, as this Detroit News
editorial
frets, the thaw uncovered a whole lotta ugly in the form
of cheeseburger wrappers and such, and the town is scheduled to host a
big pigskin to-do next month. Something called the "Super Bowl." Perhaps
you´ve heard of it?
In any event, the newspaper´s editors appear to have come up with a
novel, go-get-´em approach to solving the city´s litter problem. They´re
hoping for more snow.
Let´s close today with an item from our Why-Didn´t-Anyone-Think-Of-This-Sooner
Department. At the behest of New York City Zero Waste Campaign chief
Timothy Logan, solid waste consultant Gary Liss has compiled a
list
-- The Liss List? -- of communities that have adopted zero-waste goals
or developed plans to achieve such a goal.
Zero waste: Whenever I see that term, I get disturbing flashbacks of
Gomer Pyle, I mean Jim Nabors, on his TV musical variety show circa 1970
booming out, in his baritone profundo, a song called "The Impossible
Dream": This is my quest/To follow that star/No matter how
hopeless/No matter how far ...
If history teaches us anything, it´s that important changes usually
start with a small group of hard-headed eccentrics hatching an
impossible dream.
Pete Fehrenbach
is assistant managing editor of Waste News. Past installments of this
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