First and Last Words

There was a funeral here last week. Laura, a local midwife, died after struggling against cancer for years.

Among those delivering eulogies were the parents of some of the children whose births she’d attended. One man told of his panic as he watched his child emerging blue from lack of oxygen.

He said Laura intuitively turned to him, sensing that he would be distressed. In a calm voice she said, “Call your daughter into the world.” Softly he began calling his child’s name and as he did, the baby’s skin turned from blue to pink.

Coincidence? Probably. An experienced midwife using a technique to calm a nervous father? Almost assuredly.

More to the point, Laura’s gift – beyond her medical competence – was to call attention to the fact that there is more that goes on in a maternity ward than just sterile gowns and beeping monitors. It’s the beginning of a profound relationship.
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Above the Law

No one is above the law.

Not Charles Rangel (D-NY) chair of the House Ways and Means Committee. One of the most powerful members of Congress, responsible for writing the tax laws, he has recently been found to be obeying very few of them.

Oops. He forgot to declare $75,000 in rental income he earned on his villa in the Dominican Republic. (And yes, I too am thinking that a congressman who earns 75 large by renting out his Caribbean villa is out of touch with the average citizen, not to mention the IRS.)

Meanwhile, he’s living in several rent-subsidized apartments in Manhattan, while claiming that his actual residence is in Washington, DC. This kind of domicile shell game not only puts him afoul of the tax laws – the DC house is another tax dodge – but congressional representatives are supposed to live in the district they represent.
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An American Tragedy

Here’s a sad, true story. On September 17, construction worker Timothy Hill of Willston, Vermont was struck in the head with a shovel. He did not seem seriously injured and soon left the job site in his pickup. Shortly thereafter, Mr. Hill lost consciousness behind the wheel. His truck jumped a curb on Route 2 in Williston and plowed into a roadside food stand, injuring five people. One of the people struck, Barbara Gregory, died five days later. A second, Brian Marcelino, was seriously injured. Three others were treated for minor injuries.

Accidents happen. Construction is a business with potential and kinetic hazards. Even with hard hats, steel-toed shoes, safety glasses and leather gloves, accidents – like the kind that befell Mr. Hill – will happen. He could not have foreseen that he would pass out behind the wheel. In one newspaper report, he recounted that the last thing he remembered was feeling odd and trying to pull over.

If ever there was a blameless, no-bad-guy tragedy, this is it. There will be lawsuits. There will have to be lawsuits.

Why? Because Ms. Gregory died five days later, because Mr. Marcelino was badly injured. No amount of money can bring Ms. Gregory back, but in the days before her death, I’m sure she ran up an impressive hospital bill. Mr. Marcelino, whom we all hope will fully recover, will likely run up an even larger bill.
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Worst. News. Ever.

This item popped up, briefly, on the front page of the Washington Post’s web site yesterday afternoon. By this morning it was on page A4 of the print edition. I found it using the search function.

If you haven’t clicked the link above, it will take you to a story about the United Nations Environment Program announcing that even if every government takes every greenhouse gas-abating measure proposed to date, the average Earth temperature will rise 6.29 degrees Fahrenheit between 1900-2100.

That’s about twice as much warming as had been previously predicted. That’s enough warming – say the climate scientists we’ve been ignoring for 20 years – to launch runaway feedback loops, meaning that if we let things get that hot, we will have lost the ability to stop the warming from increasing.

If we don’t enact all those proposed measures, it’s predicted temperatures will rise 8.13 degrees F by 2100.

The reason we have yet to see significant effects of global warming in suburban American neighborhoods (believe me, we’re seeing them at the poles) is because of the moderating effect of oceans. It takes a long time to warm the oceans, just as it takes time to heat a pot of water on a stove. Like a pot of water on a stove, however, once the oceans get warm, they heat everything around them and they won’t cool quickly. (In this case, “quickly” means thousands of years.)

Ocean temperatures are beginning to rise, which will cause their waters to expand, glacier and icecap and permafrost melting to accelerate.

In the summer of 2006, NASA scientist James Hansen told us we have 10 years, at the most, to act. Not to think, but to act. All the actions we’ve taken in the last three years have only made the problem worse.

This constitutes the single worst piece of news I’ve ever seen in a newspaper. Why it has not been permanently chiseled on page one is a mystery, but it suggests that we will not take all the greenhouse gas-abating measures that have been proposed.

The American Clean Energy and Security Act, better known as Waxman-Markey, passed the House of Representatives last spring and will soon be taken up by the Senate. What came out of the House was far too weak, far too riddled with giveaways to polluters. And the Senate will make it worse.

© Mark Floegel, 2009

Still Learning Nothing

The best time to announce the worst news is late on Friday. The federal government and public relations firms have known this for years. So it was that the National Marine Fisheries Service (NMFS) scheduled its press conference last Friday for 3 p.m., Pacific Daylight Time or (even better!) 6 p.m. in the east.

As planned, the news that stocks of Bering Sea pollock – America’s largest fishery – have declined to a 30-year-low was reported only in the fishing trade press and the Seattle and Anchorage papers. Mission accomplished.

Every summer, NMFS technicians survey pollock. The amount of fish allowed to be caught in 2009 was based on the 2008 summer survey. The 2010 quota will be based on the 2009 survey and so on. On one hand, these surveys are about “environmental protection.” (Alas, we must us the dreaded quotation marks, because the environment has not been protected.) On the other hand, the surveys are a government-subsidized service for the industrial trawler fleet that pulls the pollock from the sea.

On the other, other hand (we’re playing three hands today), most people don’t know what a pollock is, but we eat enough of it. (As I mentioned two paragraphs ago, it’s America’s largest fishery.) All that imitation crabmeat in the supermarket wet case? Pollock. (And why must pollock imitate crabmeat? American fisheries management.)
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Summer’s Over

Labor Day was late this year, so even though we had the warmest weather ever for our annual camping trip up near the Canadian border, the leaves were more than usually tinged with color. One mountain maple blazed fiery red on the shore of the reservoir as I floated along in a canoe at sunset.

Geese flew overhead on my early-morning paddles and they have continued to fly over my house in Burlington in the weeks since. Summer’s over. Summer, I think, is the only season that’s “over.” I admit, I know a few Vermonters who mourn in March when they have to put their skis away for another year, but it’s not the same. Spring is celebrated for its arrival (“Spring is here!”) and summer for its passing.

Summer was indeed short and sweet in the north country this year. It arrived on July 28th, when the rains finally stopped and temperatures rose out of the 60s. Although it came too late for the gardens and field crops, August was a blessed respite.

And now it’s cool again. The open, south-facing window by which I type, has a 55-degree breeze blowing through. The air is clean and cool, like water.
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Condemned to Repeat It

The actual quote from George Santayana is, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” (Those who cannot remember the quote are condemned to misquote.)

Today’s New York Times has a story about Ted Kennedy’s posthumous memoir, in which he says President John Kennedy’s “antenna” was up over the misbegotten situation in Vietnam and that he was “on his way to finding that way out,” but was killed before he could do so.

Instead, Vietnam was handed to Lyndon Johnson, a consummate politician, who enacted some of America’s most compassionate social legislation – including Medicare. Republicans of the day scorned Medicare as “socialized medicine” that would lead to the government dictating all aspects of life to its citizens.

Sound familiar? Medicare did not lead to a Soviet-style government oligarchy and neither would the boldest of the health care reforms under consideration today.
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