Dear Folks: March 20, 1993
Dear Folks,
Happy equinox!
Foundation Farm is buried under four feet of snow, two that were already on the ground, and two more that fell during the “great blizzard” last weekend. More snow is due today. It’s been below zero just about every night for the past two weeks. Some people are getting cabin fever, but this is the kind of winter [...]
Watching the Energy Dollars Leak Through the Cracks
By Donella Meadows
–March 18, 1993–
On a sunny, windless March morning Marc Rosenbaum of Meriden NH brought his blower door to the home of his neighbors, Carol and Gordon Ashey. His purpose was to measure the air-tightness of the Ashey’s two-bedroom, single-story house, and to demonstrate the blower door to three interested onlookers — Mike Currier, an eighth grader from the [...]
Stuckness on the Pemigewassett, and Elsewhere
By Donella Meadows
–March 11, 1993–
Lately I have been watching people in seven towns in New Hampshire tear each other apart over whether the beautiful river they share should be federally designated as Wild and Scenic. It’s a sad spectacle. Old, good neighbors, all of whom love the river, can no longer talk to each other.
More accurately, they talk to each [...]
You See the Greenhouse Effect When You Believe It
By Donella Meadows
–March 4, 1993–
Well, according to Rush Limbaugh and the Mobil Oil Corporation, we can stop worrying about global warming.
Says Mobil in an ad titled “Apocalypse no”: “Unfortunately, the media hype proclaiming that the sky was falling did not properly portray the consensus of the scientific community…. Subsequent colder than normal temperatures across the country cooled the warming hysteria…. [...]
The Failed Clinton Presidency Is Off to a Good Environmental Start
By Donella Meadows
–February 25, 1993—-
“It’s only the first week of February and the Clinton administration is in its final days.”
“Our youthful president and his coterie of oafs have almost on a daily basis blundered.”
“There are troubling signs that [Clinton’s] administration might be at least half-empty, … self-absorbed in its pursuit of personal agendas.”
“How could this fellow have sounded so good [...]
