Such a yeasty season of changes, both fun and frightening. I live in Trump Country, so I lay low, keep my mouth shut, and don't leave the house much. To my horror, I've learned I need to behave this way in my own house. So I can't wait for the election to be over and I especially can't wait for Nov 11 when a judge decides Mr. Trump's fate. At least take his phone away please.
I'm curious about the incinerator and what kinds of things were incinerated. Was it a part of the garbage disposal system in Portland, or was it used for something else? With all the chimneys being knocked down, it speaks to a past legacy of industry that dirtied the air. I've heard Japan now used incinerators to get rid of garbage and make energy at the same time. Why can't the US do something like that? The technology of burning refuse has improved significantly, I've heard. So .....?
Interesting about the demographic of the markets. Upscale people being so serious and oblivious to the efforts of a poet. You can always depend on the working class to be aware of special things. And thank you for calling them the "working class." I come from that demographic and am always surprised when people refer to us as "the working poor." I never thought of myself as poor. Not even impoverished, but a lot of wealthy people I've known definitely are that.
Thank you, Fran, for another rich blend of stories for the week.
Heather McGhee, in her devastating book, The Sum of Us, writes that US society used to be a football, with the middle class the bulge in the center. Now it's more like a bow tie, with the rich and the poor clustered at the ends.
I am writing for Saturday about how calm I've become as the storm approaches.
Thank you, as usual, for your kind and considered thoughts.
Thank you Fran. I find much serenity in your postings.
Thank you. I hear that a lot, and I appreciate it.
Love seeing Catherine's painting here. Those jack-o-lanterns of your neighbors are very cool!
Such a yeasty season of changes, both fun and frightening. I live in Trump Country, so I lay low, keep my mouth shut, and don't leave the house much. To my horror, I've learned I need to behave this way in my own house. So I can't wait for the election to be over and I especially can't wait for Nov 11 when a judge decides Mr. Trump's fate. At least take his phone away please.
I'm curious about the incinerator and what kinds of things were incinerated. Was it a part of the garbage disposal system in Portland, or was it used for something else? With all the chimneys being knocked down, it speaks to a past legacy of industry that dirtied the air. I've heard Japan now used incinerators to get rid of garbage and make energy at the same time. Why can't the US do something like that? The technology of burning refuse has improved significantly, I've heard. So .....?
Interesting about the demographic of the markets. Upscale people being so serious and oblivious to the efforts of a poet. You can always depend on the working class to be aware of special things. And thank you for calling them the "working class." I come from that demographic and am always surprised when people refer to us as "the working poor." I never thought of myself as poor. Not even impoverished, but a lot of wealthy people I've known definitely are that.
Thank you, Fran, for another rich blend of stories for the week.
Heather McGhee, in her devastating book, The Sum of Us, writes that US society used to be a football, with the middle class the bulge in the center. Now it's more like a bow tie, with the rich and the poor clustered at the ends.
I am writing for Saturday about how calm I've become as the storm approaches.
Thank you, as usual, for your kind and considered thoughts.
What a lovely read. So great to see our beautiful city through your eyes.
Too bad they couldn't switch the dates for the election and Halloween this year. The upcoming election has plenty to frighten us.
wonderful.