Even Greener with Envy
Thursday, March 26th, 2009
Which makes sense, because it’s spring. Still weeding the old stack of papers (will anyone say that a generation from now?) I came across the August 1, 2005 issue of the New Yorker, which my brother Sean had given me, folded back to George Saunders’ short story “Commcomm.” It’s about a government flack and I wish I had written it and you absolutely must read it. It’s brilliant.
Tuesday morning, Jillian from Disasters calls. Apparently an airman named Loolerton has poisoned a shitload of beavers. I say we don’t kill beavers, we harvest them, because otherwise they nibble through our Pollution Control Devices (P.C.D.s) and polluted water flows out of our Retention Area and into the Eisenhower Memorial Wetland, killing beavers.