Discussion with John. Now my home of longings has become a place of tears. You may say that the mines did little to caress the brow of our Mother, yet in childhood eyes it was such a wonder, thousands of tipovers coming by rail to join their mates in their wait for shipping. I knew it all then.
Simplicity is easy to know.
Simplicity was life then, and no better a symbol than the herds of sheep going on naturally as for centuries. I fished the West Canada with my dad, skiied and canoed the adirondacks, and still own a small farm outside of Cooperstown. I caught mercury infected pike, muskie, trout, and bass. And in fairness and praise to the efforts of the consciencious people who love that land, I saw things return to the road of ecological responsibility. Today's Upstate enjoys the return of the beaver, the loon, the eagle.