Do What?
Traveling north on the wonderfully
scenic and stimulating Interstate 5
last week (especially noteworthy: the
aroma at Coalinga), nothing could dampen
the spirits, not even driving through the
dust-thickened, oppressive air that was so
bad it made any day in Downtown L.A. look
good.
Radio blasting, windows cracked for
a sniff of the real world where dirt
stretches as far as the eye can see,
flying fast and happy, this is vacation
time, not a care in the world.
Then the cultivated, well-modulated
voice of Valley NPR announced the
weather for the greater San Joaquin
Valley, my spot in the universe for the
next two hundred miles:
Air quality today is hazardous.
No shirt, Sherlock, I think.
And he continued in that dry voice from
the no-slant/no-rant folks:
Breathe as little of it as possible.
WTF is that?
Tags: There are times a little rant is
called for.
To think the people who grow our tomatoes
and corn and grapes live like this regularly.
I’ll never look at a tomato the same way
again.
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