June 3, 2008
Clime
Our town has won another award. I don’t know where from came our previous honors Music City, USA, and Athens of the South. My suspicion is maybe from a modest Chamber of Commerce of previous years.
But not the accolade that was in the paper yesterday. We are now the sixth most polluted city in the nation. I couldn’t find either Houston or Los Angeles even on the list. Flonase and Advair and Singulaire are vying for the honor of making us their poster child.
I saw somewhere the other day that global-warming scofflaws think our climate problems are caused by sunspots. That it is unfair to blame soccer moms and their SUVs, even though our town has more than its share of both. A large portion of them come from neighboring counties where only the birds face emission tests.
There is this to say. The magnolias are in bloom, though our Little Gem looks rather scruffy. The hummingbirds should arrive shortly. The redbreasted grosbeaks have headed wherever they head. The goldfinches and the cardinals seem right at home.
The neighborhood cats nod in passing but generally ignore us, being more intent on the bird feeder locations. The squirrels seem to have thinned out, maybe because a red fox has taken up residence in one of the thickets nearby our yard. It passes by usually of a morning and closer, it seems, each day, this morning stopping long enough to exchange silent, ear-flipping greetings, for it seemed to understand when CP, the polyglot, spoke to it in Dog.
A realtor friend of ours said she sold four houses here last week ranging from $90,000 to two million, and that people from all over are moving here to this smog-filled anticlinal basin. Maybe it’s because we claim to have more bluegrass than Kentucky. Like Jane Fonda might have said on one of her workout videos, Go figure.
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