Nantucket

Getting Things Straight

Let's get one thing straight right off.  This ain't no political blog.  We've got quite enough blowhards out there spewing both sides  of the wind farm issue to keep 100 wind farms going forever.  Maybe THEN I could get my electric bill cut in half.  What does Nantucket do to keep our electric consumption down?  We forcibly drop our population from 60,000 to 10,000 every Labor Day.   And we don't let 'em back in till 4th of July weekend the following year.  Oh yeah,  I also put four (4) flourescent bulbs in my office the other day so I'm clearly doing my part.

As for allowing the thousands of sea birds to die so I could save $50-60 a month on my electric bill?  It would actually be more like $70-80 so you can see what I'm struggling with. 

You know, I also remember the "minimal" impact the attempted intentional poisoning of  thousands of seagulls had on Monomoy Island a few years ago.  Weren't they dropping out of the sky all over the Cape on Memorial Day and dying in the streets?  It reminds me of the same geniuses that decided that the best way to dispose of a dead whale that had washed up was by trying to blow it up with TNT.  I think there's some footage going around out there showing how well that worked out. 

Enough about that.  Let me tell you what my focus is today.  It was the pile of dog doo that some neighborly person was kind enough to pick up in a clear plastic garbage bag somewhere in my neighborhood.  That's what people are supposed to do right?  Right.  They were not neighborly enough, however, to properly dispose of same.  In fact, the bag they used was not a little sandwich bag, but a full-size clear garbage bag.  This is, of course, very deceiving because it doesn't look like there's anything in it until you pick it up.   You'd  just have though it was a loose garbage bag blowing around.  But it's not.  The end result was that in our 50 mph wind storm the other day this bag of dog poop wound up next to my side door.  I was just going to grab it and throw it away, but some base, animalistic, preservation instinct suddenly kicked in.  Upon closer inspection I then became aware of what I was dealing with.  What a bummer.  Now, much like the skyrocketing price of utilities with no easy solution I guess it's my problem.  But it still stinks.